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>Penelope Shuttle Really? How? I can't say how much this description surprises me - what's suburbanite about this? (this is picked entirely at random, from the first page that fell open) The horse who loves me is strong and unsaddled. He desirese to learn nothing. He sleeps standing, like a tree. He lifts dawn on his willing shoulders. My acquaintanceship with Shuttle is of a rather more charged language than that you describe. Curious also that _every_ suburbanite poet you named, none others of which I know, is a woman. Do men only inhabit the wild urbs? Best Alison %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%