The Secret Wish Of Poetry Is To

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

There Are Knives That Glitter Like Altars In A Dark Church Where They Bring The Cripple And The Imbecile To Be Healed. There's A Woden Block Where Bones Are Broken, Scraped Clean--a River Dried To Its Bed

Roberto Calasso's Survey Of The Renewed Interest In Myth Demonstrates How Decisive The Gods' Influence Was On Modern Literature. Calasso Is Not Only Immensely Learned; He Is One Of The Most Original Thinkers And Writers We Have Today.

In Their Effort To Divorce Language And Experience, Deconstructionist Critics Remind Me Of Middle-class Parents Who Do Not Allow Their Children To Play In The Street.