The form of a poem is inseparable from the silence that makes it whole.
form emerges from matter
poetry is the process by which form emerges from matter
Go, song, surely thou mayest
Whither it please thee
For so art thou ornate that thy reasons
Shall be praised from thy understanders,
With others hast thou no will to make company.
Copied from the New Directions pocket edition of Selected Poems by Ezra Pound which I carried in high school, Burlingame CA.