The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.
People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.