That’s some­thing which is in all English depart­ment lec­tures now, but it was the first thing since Blake on the busi­ness of taking poe­try as coming from the out­side rather than from the inside. In other words, ins­tead of the poet being a beau­ti­ful machine which manu­fac­tu­red the cur­rent for itself, did eve­ry­thing for itself – almost a per­pe­tual motion machine of emo­tion until the poet’s heart broke or it was bur­ned on the beach like Shelley’s – ins­tead there was some­thing from the Outside coming in.