A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.
Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.
in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
One's ignorance is one's chief asset.