So Many Literalists

There are so many literalists out there instead of "literalists of the imagination" (Marianne Moore).
I went out with one of them last night.
He looked at me and saw a pair of tits pointing upward good child-bearing hips plummy ass nice belly that could grow big with seed.
According to Baudelaire, the answer to "too many literalists" is "do many literalists."
A critic was walking beneath my window and I dropped a vase on his head without smashing the flowers.
He looked up and saw nothing.
The gods and angels were laughing.
The critic said: "Make life beautiful!"
The poet said: "Life IS beautiful."
Who was right?
I'll just say this.
The poet was a literalist of the imagination.
Reader, I married him.