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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
'No, what?' I would say. '
A piece of dust.'
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
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... See moreAnnie Allen had won Brooks the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950.
Margo Jefferson • Maud Martha
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe
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Poetry Foundation
poetryfoundation.orgMartha Graham
Griffin Dunne • The Friday Afternoon Club: A Family Memoir
anthropomorphically.”
Jessica Anya Blau • Mary Jane: A Novel
A girl must blend into a room: she must be present without appearing to exist.
Julie Otsuka • The Buddha in the Attic
