“For fire flames but in the heart of a colder fire.
All voice is but echo caught from a sound-less voice.
Height is not deprivation of valley, nor defect of desire.
But defines, for the fortunate, that joy in
which all joys should rejoice.”

"To a Little Girl, One Year Old, in a Ruined Fortress" (1956)

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American poet, novelist, and literary critic 1905–1989

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