Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance

One Writes Because One Has Been Touched By The Yearning For And The Despair Of Ever Touching The Other.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.

I Was Already Dozing Off In The Shade, Dreaming That The Rustling Trees Were My Many Selves Explaining Themselves All At The Same Time So That I Could Not Make Out A Single Word. My Life Was A Beautiful Mystery On The Verge Of Understanding, Always On The Verge! Think Of It!

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

Only Poetry Can Measure The Distance Between Ourselves And The Other.