I hope your tracks have grown over; I hope birds ate the crumbs; I hope you will toss it all and not look back.Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
I hope your tracks have grown over; I hope birds ate the crumbs; I hope you will toss it all and not look back.
The poet proves that language is inadequate by throwing herself at the fence of language and being bound by it. Poetry is the resultant bulging of the fence.George Saunders, A Swim in a Pond in the Rain
The poet proves that language is inadequate by throwing herself at the fence of language and being bound by it. Poetry is the resultant bulging of the fence.