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  • Story 1, Chapter 1

    I wondered how quickly it would take for him to pass away. Maybe seventeen minutes… maybe forty-six days… maybe a hundred and twelve years… maybe he was already gone. He ...

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The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch