This is by way of being a footnote to some earlier posts (eg 18 Jan: "It's how he sees it" and 5 Feb: "It may not say what it says").
In a book review by Adam Thorpe I found the following quotation from Yves Bonnefoy, the French poet: "poetry is what descends level by level through its own text, forever in metamorphosis... until it gives up...knowing that the essential is still to be uncovered."
I suppose you could say that the quotation descends level by level through its own text, forever in metamorphosis... until it gives up...knowing that the essential is still to be uncovered!
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