Carl Phillips's "Delicately, Slow, the World Comes Back"

“Being able to say ‘this is who I am’ when everything else feels uncertain, flimsy, prone to dissolution, may be the greatest comfort we have. Is anything more seductive, more empowering?/ To be alive is to subject oneself to the reality of being permeable/ so, while I welcome the pleasure of those moments when I feel like myself, I don’t think I w

Frost describes his own process of making poetry in a very similar fashion—as a kind of homecoming to a lost part of himself. “For me,” he says, “the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I knew.”