A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer  he approaches lucid ground warily  like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning  to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty  but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
E. B. White
poets, poetry