Friday, September 30, 2011

The self as given is inadequate and will not do.

Every poem a poet writes is a slight advance of self and a slight modification of the mask, the one you want to be. Poem after poem the self grows more worthy of the mask, the mask comes closer to fitting the face. After enough poems, you are nearly the one you want to be, and the one you want to be closely resembles you. The happiness . . . cannot be observed by others because it is only a different way one has come to feel about oneself. "Nearly," and "closely," not "exactly" and "perfectly." Hope hard to fall always short of success.

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