In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
God is in me or else is not at all.
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
The poet is the priest of the invisible.