POETRY AND CARROTS
“What is life?” asked a soulful admirer of Chekov, playing up to the famous man. "What is a carrot?” he replied. And, notes “The Times” Literary Supplement, unlike Pilate, he answered his own question, so far as imperfect human knowledge allows: “A carrot is a carrot, and that is all we know about it.” We have almost dropped the old question, “What is poetry?” Not because we know the answer, but because we believe we can recognise the thing on its rare visitations as we recognise a rainbow —or a carrot. A poem is a poem. That is to say, a poem is a miracle. When we arc quite convinced of that, we are at least fairly near to being able to stay what is not a poem.
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 14 July 1941, Page 6
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