Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
One must read poetry with one's nerves.