Here's a clip from our show in snowy and blowy Monson.

And here's a clip from Coleridge's Biographia Literaria. I'm not sure I've ever read a better description of what is happening when a poet is writing well:

[A poet's] power, first put in action by the will and understanding, and retained under their irremissive, though gentle and unnoticed controul . . . [,] reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order; judgement ever awake and steady self-possession, with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement; and while it blends and harmonizes the natural and the artificial, still subordinates art to nature; the manner to the matter; and our admiration of the poet to our sympathy with the poetry.