We often wonder where the poet gets his materials, and how he touches us so deeply. If we’d ask him, he could hardly give us an answer that would satisfy us more than when we would ask a dog how to bark. Even if the poet knew, and if he’d be willing to tell us, this knowledge wouldn’t make us a (better) poet. Now, when I talk about poets I talk not only about writers of poetry but also novels, plays, film scripts or even song lyrics.
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