Whether you listen to a piece of music, or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug, or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own.
Basil BuntingAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: british
- Born: March 3, 1900
- Died: April 17, 1985
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