I write poetry because

I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can’t be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives … Read more

It is immediately apparent,

It is immediately apparent, however, that this sense-world, this seemingly real external universe – though it may be useful and valid in other respects – cannot be the external world, but only the Self’s projected picture of it … The evidence of the senses, then, cannot be accepted as evidence of the nature of ultimate … Read more