“The art I love most offers us these kinds of dwellings. You read a poem and you climb into a kind of hut, so to speak, and that hut is right there, between knowable things and unknowable things. For a little while, a great piece of art lets those two things coexist and lets you stay there as long as you can look at it or as long as you can read it. But, of course, no one gets to stay. One can hardly bear it.”