The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.
One starts an action simply because one must do something.
So the lover must struggle for words.
Every end is a beginning...And every beginning is an end.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
I've been born, and once is enough.