This is the best expression of different perspectives I've heard:
Imagine if you were an oyster. The public would see you as an infrangible nut, a kind of sea-raid shelter, but you would feel yourself all mother-of-pearly inwardness and vulnerability.
From an incredible Paris Review
interview with Seamus Heaney, the kind of interview that makes you not just want to read the author's works (that's not so unusual), but to read other poems, all poems; to pay attention to poems, to hear the joy and the exhilaration and the seriousness and the sense of big voltage under the words.