A bee upon a briar-rose hung
And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d;
A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung,
Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’
“It’s nice when you can look at your own work and say to yourself, ‘I did a good job.’ And then you let it go, because anything else is going to make you crazy, and anything else, you’re going to be trying to impress people who don’t even like you.”
Nikki Giovanni