We would all like it if the Bards would make themselves plane or we think we would. The poets however are not easily diverted from their high mysterious ways. A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground where warily like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom.poets pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzipped the veil from beauty but does not remove it. A poet other likelier is a trifle glittering. E.B. White, One Man's Meat.
I think I like to be kind of you fill in the blank about poetry. I think I like the extraworld that emerges from some 'mystification'. I think I am at sea with this, so chancing upon EB WHite's comment, while pseudo summering near Hingham harbor, gave me a start.-JVaughan
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