Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions

The Universe Of Poetry Is The Universe Of Emotional Truth. Our Material Is In The Way We Feel And The Way We Remember.

All The Poems Of Our Lives Are Not Yet Made.

Outrage And Possibility Are In All The Poems We Know.

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

Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions Of Weakness