I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.
James DickeyThe women of the South have brought into American literature a unique mixture of domesticity and grotesquerie.
James DickeyWhat a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.
James Dickey