By Caitlin O'Hara
On love, on grief, on every human thing,
Time sprinkles Lethe’s water with his wing.
-Walter Savage Landor, “On Love, on Grief”
Recently while driving, I heard Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky on the radio. He was talking, of course, about poetry and said something that changed the way I had always thought about the subject. The revelation was an idea so simple that I am almost embarrassed to admit it. It was something along the lines of this: when we look at a painting, we don’t expect of ourselves to understand its literal meaning, or any meaning at all, right away. No...
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