I am here. Anything more than that is rumor and slander.
They want time to move fast so they can paint their nails a provocative red and wear high heels that crack walnuts and make people jump. He wants time to slow down so he can prolong the enjoyment of walking among them, of being next to this self-contained beauty.
A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the heart are open to tempting conquest.
When the image is identical to reality, the imagination is compelled to be neutral. Therefore let the image of the object lie to the object so we can see what lies beyond the object, and in the light of that vision see what saves us from nothingness.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.