We know from many experiences that this is what the work of art does: its life — in which we have shared the alien existences both of this world and of that different world to which the work of art alone gives us access — unwillingly accuses our lives.
"The Profession of Poetry," Partisan Review (September/October 1950) [p. 166] - Kipling, Auden & Co: Essays and Reviews 1935-1964 (1980)