Thats A Wonderful Change Thats Taken Place,

I Have A Life That Did Not Become, That Turned Aside And Stopped, Astonished

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.'

Though I Have Looked Everywhere / I Can Find Nothing Lowly / In The Universe.

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.

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.