There are substantive differences between reading a poem and recognizing its allusions...
No, I confess I did not hear any of these voices the first time, or indeed any of the times...
Is it just late, or am I beginning to hear voices?
A friend recently asked me what it meant to see, perceive, live poetically.
Sometimes words stick. Read enough and the most innocuous and well-trodden of words can suddenly harl onto an older...
In Hill’s later poetry, one is consistently caught unawares by some slantwise piercing glance.
