The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
The word is the making of the world
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.