"The poem on its own is negligible,
instructing a human 'intelligence /
So late dredged up' to master
the primordial stone,
which 'may have contempt /
For too-familiar hands.'
The stone is language,
the diamond is a poem:
as in a model kit,
all the pieces come labelled
and the instructions are easy to follow."
Dan Chiasson in The New Yorker ,
issue dated June 20, 2016, on a
1955 Adrienne Rich poem,
"The Diamond Cutters"