Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.
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Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.
“I didn’t care much what happened to me, so chance didn’t matter.”
Alice Notley