A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

The poet is the priest of the invisible

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,/ You do not play things as they are."/ The man replied, "Things as they are/ Are changed upon a blue guitar."

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it