I like how the cumulation of words shifts the sense ever so slightly with each addition: to make, to make sense, to make sense clear.
The impossibility of pausing in poetry as long as may be needed to make sense clear causes many a set of words actually deficient in linguistic workmanship to pass for an eloquent brevity.
London Review of Books
Vol. 17 No. 17 · 7 September 1995
The Promise of Words
Laura (Riding) Jackson
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