I'm currently reading A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver. When I read the statement below, I decided to share it with you all.

Poetry is a river.; many voices travel in it; poem after poem moves along in the exciting 
crests and falls of the river waves. None is timeless; each arrives in a historical context;
almost everything, in the end passes. But the desire to make a poem, and the world's
willingness to receive it-indeed the world's need of it-these never pass.