“Poetry dwells in a perpetual utopia of its own,” wrote William Hazlitt, the great British essayist of the Romantic Period. Despite everything I’ve been saying, I think he has a point. In relation to the future, a poem is like a note sealed in a bottle and thrown into the sea. Writing one is an act of immense, near-irrational hope that an image, a metaphor, some lines of verse and the voice embodied in them will have a long, posthumous life. “The poem wants to reach an Other, it needs this Other,” Paul Celan has said. And it happens sometimes.

– excerpted from Poetry & Utopia, by Charles Simic

Charles Simic /  Photograph: Richard Drew/AP

Biography and samples of poetry here…or click on photo above…

[h/t to Andrew Sullivan, The Dish, in The Daily Beast…sometimes politics, sometimes other…

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