If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.
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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.
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It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping.
Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.
It weeps
for the black people who think like white people.
It weeps
for the Indians who think like settlers.
It weeps
for the children who think like adults.
It weeps
for the free who think like prisoners.
Most of all, it weeps
for the cowgirls who think like cowboys.
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Maybe I just didn’t want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it’d be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?”
“Poets,” Eve decided. “You have to think they must.”
“Okay, other than poets.
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