But in expressing these thoughts and feelings, the poet does not need complexity for its own sake, and poetic language does not limit itself to archaic constructions and obscure meaning; it, on the contrary, has the ability to express these ideas in so few words, for they are carefully chosen for the load of their meanings. This is the somewhat paradoxical idea of  complexity expressed through simplicity, and this is where the expression is really pushed to its boundaries. This will lead to the crafting images, expressions, to articulate his meaning, and to strangeness sometimes, as in R. Robertsons The Translator for instance: Sewing the surface/one quarter man/three quarters verb [3]; the imagery is stunning, and the doesnt seem to make sense at first glanc, but is a reflexion on the very personal aspect of translation, the fact that a translation will be according to what the translator understood and felt in his reading.