What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.
Genetic theories, I gather, have been cherished academically with detachment.
So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.
Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Religion is the sole technique for the validating of values.