The poet's awareness of this is only too keen.
Poetry demands the constant abandonment of place, of moment, of self.
And abide we must, for there is no creation without leave-taking, no poetry without the tearing away, piece by piece, from experience. There is a particular experience of homelessness native to the poet. Each word is redeemed from the din precisely by the moats of quietness that surround it. More significant than this is that the poet lives on the contemplation of the individual moment, a contemplation requiring two things. First, the poet must become incarnate in one experience, distinct from all others.