A poem should not meanBut be. — Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
A poem should not meanBut be. — Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
A poem should not meanBut be. — Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
A poem should not meanBut be. — Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
A poem should not meanBut be. — Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
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A poem should not meanBut be.

— Archibald MacLeish, Collected Poems, 1917-1982
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