Things explain each other, not themselves.
The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.
There are situations which cannot honorably be met by art.
The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on
Those who are not very concerned with art want poems or pictures to record for them something they already know - as one might want a picture of a place he loves.
The meaning of a poem is in the cadences and the shape of the lines and the pulse of the thought which is given by those lines.