I am moving deeper into my own brain.
An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.
It is Australian innocence to love The naturally excessive and be proud Of a thoroughbred gelding who ran fast.
Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.
Poetry is either language lit up by life or life lit up by language
In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.