February 2, 2014
“I had begun to suspect, however, that there is a poet — or a kind of poet — buried in every human being like Ariel in his tree, and that the people whom we are pleased to call poets are only those who have felt the need and contrived the means to release this spirit from its prison.”
James Dickey (February 2, 1923 – January 19, 1997)
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quote from Poets on Poetry, Howard Nemerov, ed. (Basic Books, 1966)