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  • Plastic

    Every second of every day, Violet understood the world around her. Walking out of the weather-beaten home she shared with her sister, Violet accepted and sympathized with the neighbors. A ...

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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