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IN OTHER WORDS
A poem is a way | of knowing you are alive |
As shocking as fish | leaping out of deep water |
As sharp as light stabbing | through a row of trees |
As bold as opening up | your eyes during prayer |
As simple as lying awake | in the middle of the night |
listening to the sound | of people snoring |
Every minute | of every day | of every life |
is a full library
From 'An Explanation Of Poetry To My Father'
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