“Slow dealings, sending off poems in the mail, waiting for a reply. By the time I’d get my poems back (usually all of them) they would look new to me. I could see them in a new way, maybe like children getting off the bus from their first day of school. They’d been somewhere where they had had to fend for themselves. You could get a new respect for them, and also you could think to yourself, How could I have sent them off looking like that?” Excerpt From Synthesizing Gravity Kay Ryan https://books.apple.com/us/book/synthesizing-gravity/id1482507892