Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove, a poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being but may not be worried into being.
R. Frost
Preface, "Collected Poems"

2 comments:

mareymercy said...

I worry stuff into being all the time. Oh yeah, except that stuff isn't very good. So there's that.

Di Mackey said...

Are you sure it's not so good?

I love the imagery in the quote but it's all subjective, isn't it.

Perhaps Mr Frost just didn't do pressure ;)