The Beauty of Things

To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things – earth,
             stone and water,
Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars –
The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts,
              frenzies and passions,
And unhuman nature in its towering reality –
For man’s half dream; man, you might say, is nature
                       dreaming, but rock
And water and sky are constant – to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the
               natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the
                intricate ideas,
 The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.