A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman. - Wallace Stevens

This will make widows wince. But fictive things Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.

The greatest poverty is not to live
In a physical world, to feel that one’s desire
Is too difficult to tell from despair.

The casual is not Enough. The freshness of transformation is The freshness of a world. It is our own, It is ourselves, the freshness of ourselves, And that necessity and that presentation Are rubbings of a glass in which we peer.