’A poem is meant to be read and read again and again, to be run through the mind until it is part of the mind, until the mind recites it as it recites itself.’ C.K.Williams. I’ve started learning poems off by heart. I had to do it a long time ago for exams, and I’ve … Continue reading ‘until the mind recites it as it recites itself’
‘until the mind recites it as it recites itself’
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