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Wellspring These sunny afternoons in the sunroom feet up on the desk, notebook open on thigh — poetry is the physics of literature the art of art, an act of listening to the world. You come to the edge of thought and peek over into a kind of quarry or amphitheatre facing the sea at the joy of consciousness. You let yourself down into the wellspring of your body world of the poem a window out of ourselves, slowing down till you enter its orbit and the gravity well draws you through the atmosphere settles you on its surface.
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