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  • Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

    Robert Frost, Mark Richardson (2007). “The Collected Prose of Robert Frost”, p.133, Harvard University Press