Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.
Only silence perfects silence.
The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.
A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.
Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.