“Uncontradicting solitude
Supports me on its giant palm;
And like a sea-anemone
Or simple snail, there cautiously
Unfolds, emerges, what I am.”

Source: Collected Poems

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English poet, novelist, jazz critic and librarian 1922–1985

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