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CONTRE JACCOTTET
He says that poets might as well Be knitting—that poetry
means nothing, Since the bare words on a page Are not
reality, are not a life.
But we don’t live very often, Or very well. Reality is
something We touch at only rarely, At a few unlooked-for
moments.
Poetry’s more available than life— A fallible guide to
that difficult Undertaking, written by those Who claimed
to have lived.
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