I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,, ,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
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Reference please
From guest Kathryn Ridall (contact)
Can you please give me the reference for "Notes On The Art Of Poetry." I have searched for months and need the reference to include this poem in an anthology I am publishing.
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