In Nature There Are Few Sharp Lines

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed. Having Once Experienced The Mystery, Plenitude, Contradiction, And Composure Of A Work Of Art, We Afterward Have A Built-in Resistance To The Slogans And Propaganda Of Oversimplification That Have Often Contributed To The Destruction Of Human Life. Poetry Is A Verbal Means To A Nonverbal Source. It Is A Motion To No-motion, To The Still Point Of Contemplation And Deep Realization.

I Must Stress Here The Point That I Appreciate Clarity, Order, Meaning, Structure, Rationality: They Are Necessary To Whatever Provisional Stability We Have, And They Can Be The Agents Of Gradual And Successful Change.

I Take The Walk To Be The Externalization Of An Interior Seeking So That The Analogy Is First Of All Between The External And The Internal.

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.