What's grief but the after-blindness/of the spirit's dazzle of love? Gwen Harwood More Quotes by Gwen Harwood More Quotes From Gwen Harwood Words cannot express as music does, that unsayable grace which cannot be defined. It leaps like light from mind to mind. Gwen Harwood light grace mind Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun. Gwen Harwood philosophical poetry fun a poem is like a wine glass in which you can hold up a little bit of reality and taste it. Gwen Harwood glasses wine reality Time has told me less than I need to know. Gwen Harwood knows time needs
