Knowledge Enormous Makes A God

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

In A Drear-nighted December, Too Happy, Happy Tree, Thy Branches Ne'er Remember Their Green Felicity.

Call The World If You Please "the Vale Of Soul-making." Then You Will Find Out The Use Of The World.

There Is Nothing Stable In The World; Uproar's Your Only Music.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.