I am sure I have heard this several times from places I can't recall, but it's not already in the Gaia Quotes database, so I add this profound insight from the fields of psychological healing and spiritual evolution. It sure has helped me.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

The only certain freedom's in departure.

Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

The test is always how we treat the poor.