Of course, from time to time, difficulties arise between the poet and his readers. These may derive from various causes. Sometimes the difficulty may be the result of the poet's inspiration's not having completely found its way out of the unconscious in which all poetry is conceived.
But everything which opens out to us a new world is bound to appear strange at first. We must not confuse the obscurity which arises from great complexity, from multitudinous forces of life, and that which arises from emptiness. Of course, poems must be clarified as far as possible. Yet even when they appear, at first, strange, they may, in the end, warm us with their beauty.
—Edith Sitwell
On time
Time is room for things to happen.
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