Poetry
is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails
twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you
are alone and not alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is
forever shared and forever all your own. All that matters about poetry is the
enjoyment of it however tragic it may be all that matters is the eternal
movement behind it – the great undercurrent of human grief, folly, pretension,
exaltation and ignorance – however unlofty the intention of the poem….
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