To make of every poem
a challenge; face with joy an
honourable failure; blaze
with glorious sadness:
laughing at the glory,
smiling at the sadness;
but hearing in the heart
that which cannot be said, but
is to be ever listened to:
unknown, formless, eternal, always present.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-poetry-10/
