"When Stevens writes 'A man and a woman/ Are one' we can understand without difficulty, but 'A man and a woman and a blackbird/ Are one' we are flummoxed. We set off on a path in the anxious hope that we will arive sooner or later at a single main sense for the poem that will include the blackbird. But, perhaps, losing our bearings is a fundamental part of the process. The playground game of Heaney's title 'Finders Keepers' has loss as its counterpart."
Thus writes Martha Kapos in the latest editorial for 'Poetry London' magazine and she is right in my opinion in illustrating why we still need poetry.
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