"Small-minded critics often point out that such and such a poem, for all its generous rhythms, is saying nothing more profound than: it’s a nice day. But it’s not easy to say it’s a nice day, and the nice day itself passes. Our duty, then, is to preserve that nice day in endless, flowering memory..."
"...the more profoundly I feel something, the more incommunicable it becomes."
— Feb 26, 2023 05:05PM
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