There is always that in poetry which will not be grasped, which cannot be described, which survives our ardent attention, our critical theories, our late-night arguments.
~ Adrienne Rich
I read entire books that say basically this.
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There is always that in poetry which will not be grasped, which cannot be described, which survives our ardent attention, our critical theories, our late-night arguments.
~ Adrienne Rich
I read entire books that say basically this.