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Monday, September 30, 2013
Happy Birthday WS Merwin
"I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time." -- WS Merwin
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