T.S. Eliot para The Paris Review
Last Updated on: 21st diciembre 2017, 05:45 pm
One last thing. Seventeen years ago you said, “No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written. He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.” Do you feel the same now, at seventy?
There may be honest poets who do feel sure. I don’t.