Poetry is the one place.
Where Good and Evil make happy, bedfellow,
Where what matters
Isn't so much,
...
When I go forth to meet my God,
As I must do some day,
There's little that I'll have to bring.
And even less to say.
...
On Poetry
Poetry is the one place.
Where Good and Evil make happy, bedfellow,
Where what matters
Isn't so much,
is it right or moral or true ... as....
Is it beautifully said.
And poetry aims the heart to please.
And not so much the head.