as when he walks alone into a big wind, his thought full of the
break-up, and suddenly stillness surrounds him, nothing stirs,
and he stands there wondering incongruously what will be
remembered a year from now; a broken wind or a broken heart...
as when a vast gasp goes up from a rugby-football crowd because
a pass has just been dropped inches before the goal posts...
as when the poet discovers early that his poem is not the verbal
equivalent of an emotional experience - but rather the transforming effect of an unexpected relationship that the pen brings
to light between certain ordinary and unconnected events
(sometimes strangely linking pathos with humor) -
a transforming effect which comes about only in the final completion of what is being written....