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“[We do not say ourselves like that in poems.] We say ourselves in syllables that rise From the floor, rising in speech...
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"This rose became a bandanna, which became a house, which became infused with all passion, which became a hideaway, which became yes I would like to have dinner, which became hands, which became lands, shores, beaches, natives on the stones, staring and wild beasts in the trees, chasing the hats of lost hunters, and all this deserves a tone.” - Kenneth Koch
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image: the drifter and the gypsy
“[We do not say ourselves like that in poems.]
We say ourselves in syllables that rise
From the floor, rising in speech we do not speak.” — Wallace Stevens, from “The Creations of Sound”
(Source: encoreuneminute)

