A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

E.B. White
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer......
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer......
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer......
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer......
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When you look through a poem, it can be hard to tell what the poet is trying to say. But the job of the poet is not to write poems that are too complicated for us to understand. The job of the poet is to write poems that are so clear that we can easily see through them.

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