I look upon verse as an exercise in composition. - Marianne Moore

china eyes and furry countenance confront the nymph’s large eyes — gray eyes that now are black, for she with controlled agitated glance explores the insect’s face and all’s a-quiver with significance. It is Goya’s scene of the tame magpie faced by crouching cats. Butterflies do not need home advice. As though the admiring nymph were patent-leather cricket singing loud or gnat-catching garden-toad, the swallow- tail bewitched and haughty,

Music should be directed by the ear, poetry by the imagination

When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand.