If we are moved by a poem, it has meant something, perhaps something important, to us; if we are not moved, then it is, as poetry, meaningless.
T. S. EliotMacavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.
T. S. EliotYet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall
T. S. Eliot