Andrew Burke wrote:
>I wrote a poem in the wee small hours, head foggy yet
>moonlit, only to discover the next day that when I disentangled the "I"
>segments from the "we" segments I had two poems poems, the same shape and
>the same length: Sitting Alone and Sitting Together. They had come to me as
>Siamese twins, and I separated them delicately the next day. I am still
>mystified by the process of poetry-writing after forty years!
This is a wonderful anecdote, Andrew! I especially enjoyed the "two
poems poems" part and would be interested to see the poems, before and
after, pre- and post-surgery, if you'd be inclined to post post them....
Candice
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