A Quote by Robert Lee Frost on meaning, poetry, and surprises
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.
Source: The Figure a Poem Makes. Preface to Collected Poems, 1939
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