Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.
I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down there in the depths, against a great thing. And nothing happens! Nothing ... Silence ... Waves. Nothing happens? Or Has everything Happened and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?
If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.
Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.