“For poems are not

words, after all,

but fires for the

cold, ropes let

down to the lost,

something as

necessary as bread

in the pockets of

the hungry.”

-Mary Oliver

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need a wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

from “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

from “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings

 

A poem should be equal to:

Not true.

A poem should not mean

But be.

from “Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLeish

 

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and

then is heard no more.

from “And When My Sorrow was Born” by Kahlil Gibran