I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.