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57 TERRIBLE HOLY JOY: Reading the Norton Anthology of Poetry in Bed We take our poetry lying down And smuggle old words into our sleep. As we trudge through Pope to get to Brown We take our poetry lying down. We take the old women and the boys that drown And by morning lose every line but keep “Their terrible holy joy.” We take our poetry lying down, And smuggle old worlds into our sleep. ...

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