I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it
Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.
Revision is its own reward.
We prove, we do not explain, our birth.
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.