ABSTRACT

I’m thinking of Auden and Hughes making things, and of poems happening, and of nothing; of the poem as wish-fulfilment, a mode of creation which can guard against unpleasure. And I’m thinking of magic, of the music and structure in poetry and its relationship to meaning — and in particular of the relationship between poetic structure and emotion as — and I think it’s this — a kind of sympathetic magic. Which is where I might, for the sake of clarity, begin.