my revisions. I'm ashamed that I didn't see what had to be done soon enough. Or, to put it another way, I published my poems before they were completely done. Once a thing is in print, all its faults seem to leer out at you. And then I have no alternative but to try to fix them. So it happened with this "Ode and Elegy." [--Galway Kinnell to Alice Quinn]
from The New Yorker: Working Poets
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