To Be Saved Is Here, Local And

Even If You Walk Exactly The Same Route Each Time - As With A Sonnet - The Events Along The Route Cannot Be Imagined To Be The Same From Day To Day, As The Poet's Health, Sight, His Anticipations, Moods, Fears, Thoughts Cannot Be The Same.

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.

Though I Have Looked Everywhere / I Can Find Nothing Lowly / In The Universe.

I Have A Life That Did Not Become, That Turned Aside And Stopped, Astonished

You Have Your Identity When You Find Out, Not What You Can Keep Your Mind On, But What You Can't Keep Your Mind Off.