We stumble – We fall – We fail –

– And so desire to progress, to become better poets, to eradicate a disease, to become better people, to perfect that which is perpetually imperfect.

On Fear by Mary Ruefle


2 Comments Add yours

  1. I’m a fan of Ruefle’s poems but hadn’t come across this essay on dread and fear and love and poetry before. What a challenging piece–it bears re-reading and reflection. Thanks for the link.

    1. Sigrun says:

      Its a great text, isn’t it?!

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