Logos and logic, crystal hypothesis, Incipit and a form to speak the word And every latent double in the word, Beau linguist. - Wallace Stevens

Beauty is momentary in the mind — The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing. So gardens die, their meek breath scenting The cowl of winter, done repenting. So maidens die, to the auroral Celebration of a maiden's choral.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

Poetry is the subject of the poem, From this the poem issues and To this returns. Between the two, Between issue and return, there is An absence in reality, Things as they are. Or so we say. But are these separate?