were no more than drafts, "one way ofnsaying it."nHow could it be otherwise? Completenessnrequires form, an impositionnof order upon the chaos of humannexperience. But modern poetsn---Hughes is hardly original in thisn---have retreated into the private worldnof their own senses, their personalnvision. They are capable of dropping anvivid . . .
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