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  • Fire

    FireI was lying in my bed,on that fateful night,that dreadful night,reading a book,and all was alright,when I heard that horrendous cry.That cry,so filled with pain,with agony,I knew something wasn’

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read


The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch