From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, riding The last tumultuous avalanche of Light above pines and the guttural gorge, The hawk comes.
What were the works that were especially meaningful for you? What books were--well, doors opening?
Well, several things come right away to mind. First of all, when I was six years old,
"Horatius at the Bridge." I thought was pretty grand--when they read it to me, to be more exact.
Yes, "How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix," at about age nine; I thought it was pretty nearly the height of human achievement. I didn’t know whether I was impressed by riding a horse that fast or writing the poem. I couldn’t distinguish between the two, but I knew there was something pretty fine going on . . . Then
At what age were you then?
Oh, thirteen, something like that. By that time I knew it wasn’t what was happening in the poem that was important--it was the poem. I had crossed the line.