Poetry "Man fixes some wonderful erection of his own between himself and the wild chaos, and gradually goes bleached and stifled under his parasol. Then comes a poet, enemy of convention, and makes a slit in the umbrella; and lo! the glimpse of chaos is a vision, a window to the sun."
- D. H. Lawrence
Poetry is written in the language of the Spirit. It attempts to express what cannot be expressed in any other way.