Many young poets, nowadays, are insured against everything. For them poetry is a game like court tennis or squash racquets — one they learned at college — and they play it with propriety, as part of their social and academic existence; their poems are occasional verse for which life itself is only one more occasion.
"Recent Poetry," The Yale Review (Autumn 1955) [p. 231] - Kipling, Auden & Co: Essays and Reviews 1935-1964 (1980)