The moment when a memory aches.
— Beach house’s “Wishes”
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
— Elias Canetti
A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery.
— Bright Star
