Reflections of a working writer and reader
The trouble is lack of concentration. Your desire - energy is being wasted away in minor skirmishes with the world. The intelligence in the poems, as a result, scatters among too many objects, and none of them come alive. A word or a phrase in a poem can only live through your energy. To get it into the world, the energy has to be withdrawn from the world. It's a hard choice. Robert Bly
Darkness I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions […]
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