‘Poems are not puzzles, of course. Poems are like horses. They have a life of their own, and challenge you to encounter them on terms about which you cannot be altogether clear. Having said that, once upon a time I was in a field with a horse and he looked at me and I looked at him and it was pretty clear whose field it was.’<\/p>\n
Martin Stannard, 2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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