We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.
Authors: George Steiner | Errata: An Examined Life
Topics: music, poetry
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