The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself.

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

The mind is smaller than the eye.

People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

The genuine artist is never 'true to life.' He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.