Who do young poets and writers think they’re writing for? Is it all going to be slam poetry from now on? God help us.
“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is uniform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch; as distinct too, yet as intimately blended.”
Edgar Allen Poe | “Berenice”
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