With a poem you can say 'I got my feeling into words for myself. I now have the equivalent in words for that much of what I have felt.'

He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.