a bit excessively, I now think--when I first read "The Lie" by a single wonderful image early on: "Say to the court it glows/And shines like rotten wood." The mental picture of an opalescent, greenish glow on a moldy softwood plank--that phosphorescent decay--knocked me out (to use an expression from those student days). It was a period when images were highly prized, and my teachers encouraged me to prize images, the deeper the better.from Robert Pinsky: Slate: Flamed
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