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    “Lyska!” a small voice cried. The padding of small feet echoing through the woods. Lyska opened her eyes reluctantly, by the suns count she had slept for over four hours, ...

    Oct 25, 2007


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