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65 Not for Poets Not for poets. Good, I hate their cliques, their mutual scratchings, their poses, their vast conceit. Not for poets. But, O, gulp, who else listens to the hum, spots the strategy, lives in slantness? Except poets. See them bend over silence, ears dirty with the page, hearing themselves, hearing you. ...

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