I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very

If Certain Critics And Poetasters Had Their Way, 'ordinary Piety' And Its Child, Dullness, Would Be The Masters Of Poetry.

A Great Many People Now Reading And Writing Would Be Better Employed Keeping Rabbits.

The Reason Why Matthew Arnold, To My Feeling, Fails Entirely As A Poet (though No Doubt His Ideas Were Good - At Least, I Am Told They Were) Is That He Had No Sense Of Touch Whatsoever. Nothing Made Any Impression On His Skin. He Could Feel Neither The Shape Nor The Texture Of A Poem With His Hands.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.