The arts generally have had to recognize Modernism - how should poetry escape?

When critics are waiting to pounce upon poetic style on exactly the same grounds as if it were prose, the poets tremble.

It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.

Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.

And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet.

Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.

And a wandering beauty is a blade out of its scabbard.You know how dangerous, gentlemen of threescore?May you know it yet ten more.