One must read poetry with one's nerves.
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
All poetry is experimental poetry.
Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.
The mind is smaller than the eye.