"In my head my brain
But to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible
In red weather.
Questions, oh, I hope they do not find you
I go on loving you like water, but
I am in love with poetry. Every way I turn
I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields
Into a symbol. I hate that. I falter."
Canto: A Note on Philosophy (excerpt)