Since 1989 I have seen fit to place what I call a mischief somewhere in every book I write. It’s a little secret between myself and myself. Something inserted that remains hermetic, sealed against reader comprehension. Something only I know.
One of the things that I should probably point out is that poetry is not, how shall we put it, like an undergraduate essay. Poetry relies on sonics -- the sound of the words, the lines, and especially (with the
T.S. Eliot once said that it is the duty of every editor to rescue the work from its author. I don't think he meant impose a reading on the work; on the contrary his vision of the editorial process was
My wife put it bluntly: no one can read your handwriting. I can't read your handwriting. Mystery is the key to love and love comes from the soul, but then my daughter added, "Why puzzle the reader? I can't read