It is clear that the poem [Kubla Khan] does not make sense. It would be impossible, for example, to draw a map of the pleasure dome, though many have tried. A ‘chasm’ that slants down a green hill ‘athwart a cedarn cover’ is hard to visualise. On the other hand, the poem does make sense to the extent that it is composed of sentences that work grammatically. It is not a collection of random words assembled by free association, as the work of the French Symbolist poets at times seems to be. Coleridge was a profoundly learned thinker and critic as well as a poet, and in ‘Kubla Khan’ he has discovered the space between sense and nonsense where great poetry lies.
—John Carey, 100 Poets: A Little Anthology (Yale U. Press, 2021)
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1.07.2026
3.27.2021
not human
Poetry’s feelings are not human feelings; we know the difference. There is some deep exchange of heat for cool that I’m trying to get at, something that I see operating in nonsense and that I believe gives poetry much of its secret irresistibility and staying power (we are not exhausted by it and must always revisit it).
—Kay Ryan, “A Consideration of Poetry,” Synthesizing Gravity (Grove Press, 2020)
[I don't believe this a bit. But I must acknowledge other views re poetry.]
—Kay Ryan, “A Consideration of Poetry,” Synthesizing Gravity (Grove Press, 2020)
[I don't believe this a bit. But I must acknowledge other views re poetry.]
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