Thought tends to collect in pools.

The mind is smaller than the eye.

Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

Thought tends to collect in pools.

All poetry is experimental poetry.