“This is why we stay with poetry. And despite our consenting to all the indisputable technologies; despite seeing the political leap that must be managed, the horror of hunger and igno­rance, torture and massacre to be conquered, the full load of knowledge to be tamed, the weight of every piece of machin­ery that we shall finally control, and the exhausting flashes as we pass from one era to another-from forest to city, from story to computer-at the  bow  there  is  still  something  we now share: this murmur, cloud or rain or peaceful smoke. We know ourselves as part and as crowd, in an unknown that does not terrify. We cry our cry of poetry. Our boats are open, and we sail them for everyone."