Donald Revell

The work of peace in poetry begins at the limits of making, where efforts are displaced by amazement and by attachment and by gratitudes in which every sense is refreshed by what it finds, i.e., the world. Because the world works, we are already always at peace, if only we consent to what our senses show: a sovereign process underway before and after our words. And so the work of peace in poetry continues as an ongoing consent, foregoing the aggressions of direction and control. The world is “given.” What is there to win?

— The Art of Attention