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The Reemergence of a Modern Master
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of the forgotten battle
gray spider I spin
bitter meditations
on memory too large
and a heart too small
(from "A Small Heart")
Herbert's most compelling poems are poised midway between his dedication to courage and justice and his profound sense of humility and imperfection. They repeatedly affirm the paradox that the mind frees itself, if at all, only by submitting to its own fragility. "There are those who grow/ gardens in their heads," he writes in "A Knocker":
my imagination
is a piece of board
my sole instrument
is a wooden stick
I strike the board




