The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.
If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'
I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.
I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.
Questions structure and, so, to some extent predetermine answers.
I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.
If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.