HoneyBakedAmbs

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feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building. My poems have all been written—if not finished at least started—somewhere out-of-doors: in the fields, on the shore, under the sky.
Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems
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