Poetry is the fiery index to the genius of the age.
Who, except the poets, reads poetry?
The poet who speaks out of the deepest instincts of man will be heard. The poet who creates a myth beyond the power of man to realize is gagged at the peril of the group that binds him. He is the true revolutionary: he builds a new world.
Music proposes. Sound disposes.
There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.
Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.