“Then, as it were, relieving the poet, the critic who studies him, in turn, must stand firm against those miseries and horrors, these disquieting shocks of reality—he must pick up the poet’s verses, all twisted where disaster has struck him, and he must carry them further, like Drummond, to where there is tranquillity and leisure enough for him to point out what form and what sense the poet had tried to give them, to supply by his own judicial comments the straightness and the soundness they lack.” —Edmund Wilson, “A Preface to Persius” (1927), from The Shores of Light
"GALXE LISRI”
the story in the throat
not the story in the head
maybe there will be
no looking back
and those
on whom the chore devolves
of believing anew in
some tomorrow
will they have
the same
story in the throat
as we do
lost
in the absence of futures


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