One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Writer's Block

A wasp rises to its papery
Nest under the eaves
Where it daubs
At the gray shape
Seems unable
To enter its own house

~Jane Kenyon