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  • A poem is not an expression, nor is it an object. Yet it somewhat partakes of both. What a poem is is never to be known, for which I have learned to be grateful.

    Hayden Carruth (1989). “Tell Me Again how the White Heron Rises and Flies Across the Nacreous River at Twilight Toward the Distant Islands”, p.11, New Directions Publishing