The poet’s gift is never for the poet’s self, but for another: ‘Hush, hush. All injury / is feeling.’
Allen Grossman, from “Poet’s Sampler: Joanna Klink,” Boston Review (1 April 2000)
The poet’s gift is never for the poet’s self, but for another: ‘Hush, hush. All injury / is feeling.’
Little Bristling Soul 