Showing posts with label thrall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thrall. Show all posts
3.14.2020
first poem
Remember the excitement, even thrall, of composing your first real poem, however rudimentary: the images, the turns of phrase, the surprises of diction, pattern and word sounds, etc. In a sense every poem written since is a grasping after that first experience.
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experience,
first,
first poem,
grasping,
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poetry is,
rudimentary,
thrall,
youth
7.24.2006
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