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  • Narrative Poetry Re: A Game

    Three years have passed Though it feels like three days That you tortured my body And mind. The memory is vivid Like a burning red flame Piercing the dark with ...

    Feb 9, 2009


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