God is gracious to some very peculiar people.
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.