Mysterious transactions

I loved this.  It is exactly what it says, essays about how she became the poet she is.  But of course in a larger sense it is about one person finding her way, partially, through books, through reading the carefully chosen words of other people.

 One thing she writes-

"Poems are read in lonely rooms, in solitary humors, by people for whom the love of poetry is a do-or-die part of their lives.  The poem and the reader enter into a mysterious transaction, composed of time and memory and obsession.  The mystery of it resides in the fact that- if it is a good poem, or even a great one- the mortal reader will assist it to live on."

Comments

[slantrhyme]

'aye, indeed. It was a good Winter for that this year.

Cheers from Oz.

[Greer]

It will be the same kind of winter round here this year.

Happy Tofurkey Day to my favorite expat.