ossetti were then.РObviously it is impossible, I thought, looking into those foaming waters, pare them. The very reasonРwhy that poetry excites one to such abandonment, such rapture, is that it celebrates some feeling that one usedРto have (at luncheon parties before the war perhaps), so that one responds easily, familiarly, without troublingРto check the feeling, or pare it with any that one has now. But the living poets express a feeling that isРactually being made and torn out of us at the moment. One does not recognize it in the first place; often forРsome reason one fears it; one watches it with keenness pares it jealously and suspiciously with the oldРfeeling that one knew. Hence the difficulty of modern poetry; and it is because of this difficulty that one cannotРBy VirginiaWoolf 10