The Journey Is My Home.

The Fear Of Poetry Is An Indication That We Are Cut Off From Our Own Reality.

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

I Think There Is A Choice Possible To Us At Any Moment, As Long As We Live. But There Is No Sacrifice. There Is A Choice, And The Rest Falls Away. Second Choice Does Not Exist. Beware Of Those Who Talk About Sacrifice.

The Statement Of Ideas In A Poem May Have To Do With Logic. More Profoundly, It May Be Identified With The Emotional Progression Of The Poem, In Terms Of The Music And Images, So That The Poem Is Alive Throughout. Another, More Fundamental Statement In Poetry, Is Made Through The Images Themselves Those Declarations, Evocative, Exact, And Musical, Which Move Through Time And Are The Actions Of A Poem.

One Writes In Order To Feel.