You say that the answer to your finding acceptance by editors is: "Time and work."
Yes, but. ..
That's not enough.
Cultivate also a deeper concentration of all yourself on the poetic act. One
preparation for it is this: let me beg you not to read too much contemporary prose and
poetry. Expand your imagination's picture of what poetry does by withdrawing into yourself
for a short time daily to read some of the great writing of the past. It's often valuable to do
this in some foreign language. It wouldn't hurt if you made a sort of ceremony of it: quietly
shut the door, sit down, relax, open the book, make your mind a serene blank cup for a
minute --then slowly read Baudelaire or Mallarme or Rimbaud --
for instance.
Something like that.
And remember: don't only write poetry; be a poet.
I like the poem you have sent me. The mood is admirably conveyed. But wasn't the
poem on its way to a greater intensity? Before you used the title: Letter from Florence. This
too has something of the "letter" quality -- that is, talking. The talking crles out to pass to
the next stage of singing, of praying, of bursting...
Something like that.
--Thornton Wilder, in a 1953 letter to Edward Albee
POLITICS
The Democrats may be reinventing the wheel, but the Republicans are reinventing the
swastika.
--Gail Zappa
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