Epigraph: "By Pasternak there is a poem prefacing poems which says the words should drop from us when they have ripened - drop, I suppose, into their place in the nature of poetry:
'Let your words fall
Like the orcahrd - sugared fruit, amber,
Fall, fall, fall.'
"We are reproached by that poem. We allow poems to come too quickly. We pull the words off for our purpose, we break them off before they have reached their sweetness." - Geoffrey Grigson, The Private Art.