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Poetry Is The Synthesis Of Hyacinths And Biscuits.

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.

Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A Wild-duck Migration.

Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit In The Face Of A Bronze Fountain Goat And The Path Of Fresh Drinking Water.