I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
it, after all, a place for the genuine.
Showing posts with label Marianne Moore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marianne Moore. Show all posts
Monday, April 16, 2007
Poetry
Marianne Moore (1967)
I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
it, after all, a place for the genuine.
I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
it, after all, a place for the genuine.
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