gotta approach him from the wordsworth/keats/lake poets angle to see full value, he was a poet on strings, stuck somewhere between aesthetic reverie and despair, a half accomplished personality, speaking from a wisp of a cloud

anyways I like his stuff but not all the time, it's a sweet and sad world, good for sunday afternoons

a friend of mine who is gob struck on him claims to have visited him on the astral plane

since I don't believe in this necessarily i just pass it on to you