The true poem is the poet's mind.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly read more

Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made a still a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin,
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in;
Free from all meaning whether good or bad,
And in one word, heroically mad.

Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.

Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.

Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.

Of trees I (Krishna) am the fig.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.