The English language is nobody’s special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.
For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.
Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.
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