ironically titled "A Major Work," that begins: Poems are hard to read
Pictures are hard to see
Music is hard to hear
And people are hard to love
The paradoxes have become more than insights. They have made both halves of the proposition feel true.
You see something similar in a sonnet like "The Illiterate," one of my favorite [William] Meredith poems.
from David Biespiel: The Oregonian: Poetry Review: 'The Illiterate' by William Meredith
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