An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
We love the things we love for what they are.
Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.
A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.
Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.