The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.


Second words: selected critical prose (1984 edition), Beacon Press, 1984


The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.