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Jenny Hill
Words For People Who Still Read
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing the poem is discovering.
—
Robert Frost
,
New York Times
(7 Nov. 1955)
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That means quite a lot coming from Frost.
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That means quite a lot coming from Frost.
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