There is no comparison between reading my own work (all struggle, effort, doubt, hope(?)) and someone's I admire (all beauty, transport, even awe). Couldn't do it without the latter.
Reading poems,
and listening to poems, gives so much—hope, solace, recognition of a shared humanity, delight, too many gifts to list. Whether the poet is from 400 years ago or one of today’s poets. It’s all sustenance
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and listening to poems, gives so much—hope, solace, recognition of a shared humanity, delight, too many gifts to list. Whether the poet is from 400 years ago or one of today’s poets. It’s all sustenance