The word is the making of the world

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.

The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.