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Every poem is a confession in the sense that it is impossible to write a word on the page without revealing some personal feeling.
Last night I paused at the edge of darkness,And slept with the green dew, alone.I have come a long way, to surrender my shadowTo the shadow of a horse.
Freud (cf. Gay, 1988, pp. 317-318) remarked that, in their creative sublimations, artists and writers often display insights into the unconscious, rivaling and at times surpassing the psychoanalyst in their prescience. Modern poetry, influenced directly or indirectly by the “stream of consciousness” technique, the “interior monologue,” the surrealist emphasis on madness and automatic writing, the abundant use of imagery and myth, and the free verse idiom itself, represents a striking expression of early childhood dilemmas, primitive unconscious mentation, and universal psychological themes.
The work of , an American poet highly regarded as one who achieved a “ceremonial range” of