The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. - Wallace Stevens

Throw away the lights, the definitions, And say of what you see in the dark That it is this or that it is that, But do not use the rotted names. How should you walk in that space and know Nothing of the madness of space, Nothing of its jocular procreations? Throw the lights away. Nothing must stand Between you and the shapes you take When the crust of shape has been destroyed.

An unaffected man in a negative light Could not have borne his labor nor have died Sighing that he should leave the banjo’s twang.

Poetry is an effort of a dissatisfied man to find satisfaction through words.