Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world
Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.