The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.

Historical sense and poetic sense should not, in the end, be contradictory, for if poetry is the little myth we make, history is the big myth we live, and in our living, constantly remake.

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The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography.