Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
Only silence perfects silence.
Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.
Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without.
There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.
I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.
For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown.
In nature there are few sharp lines.
If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values.
You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind on, but what you can't keep your mind off.
A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.
Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.
If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'
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