Great Regulars: [Elizabeth Bishop] approximates old-fashioned

blank verse here, and this gives the writing its aura of connection to past literature, but this is very contemporary in its insistence on the difficulty of knowing. We know what we know only through similitude itself: "It is like what we imagine knowledge to be," not what it is. We can't know what it is. Indeed, it's always contingent, "historical, flowing, and flown". We have it, but we don't.

from Jay Parini: The Guardian: Elizabeth Bishop: a centenary to celebrate

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