Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o the snow Before the soil hath smutched it?… O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! – Ben Johnson
Well, the great thing for me about poetry is that in good poems the dislocation of words, that is to say, the distance between what they say theyre saying and what they are actually saying is at its greatest. – Harry Mathews
