It was evening all afternoon. And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs. The poet makes silk dresses out of worms. After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
All poetry is experimental poetry.
One reads poetry with one's nerves. A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman. Aristotle is a skeleton. Thought tends to collect in pools. Poetry must resist the intelligence almost successfully.