Marching toward April, poets may
Come late—or else arrive too soon.
So write them off. They have their day
And then they decompose by June.

So snowdrops spring to early flower
Long before the others bloom . . .
Bright with primaveral power
Hailing life—and then, the tomb.

The magnitude of poetry’s uselessness 
is the single enduring argument 
for why you go on reading it.
Its importance rests on its thorough invisibility.

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