But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
A poem is a small machine made of words.
Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!
I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion.
What power has love but forgiveness?