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Some people-- that is not everybody Not even the majority but the minority. Not counting the schools where one must, and the poets themselves, there will be perhaps two in a thousand. Like-- but we also like chicken noodle soup, we like compliments and the color blue, we like our old scarves, we like to have our own way, we like to pet dogs. Poetry-- but what is poetry. More than one flimsy answer has been given to that question. And I don't know, and don't know, and I cling to it as to a life line. -translated by Walter Whipple |