uneasy at rest

A poem is uneasy even at rest.

two poles

There are poets who come from the word, and poets who come from the world. Most poets are suspended in that strange and uneasy magnetism between those two poles.

attica, attica

A word that’s stuck in the poem and seems to know it doesn’t belong there. Yet its uneasy fidgetiness gives energy to the whole poem.

juggling act

In our best art, the organizing force and chaos are held in an uneasy counterbalance.