Poets Are Strange

Poets are strange – Why can’t they just call the spade a spade? And what’s a rock but rock: sandstone, shale from the tiredness of weather? Coal and limestone, plant and animal dross — but nature wastes nothing. Why do poets look for metaphors under every rock, the walls that hold the creek, earth that […]

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