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.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone?

In nature there are few sharp lines.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.