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Re. liking or disliking favourite poets: On a motoring holiday somewhere around Sligo, an acquaintance of mine (a scholar specialising in Yeats) picked up a hitchhiker. The hitcher turned out to be an American student who had just completed a thesis on Yeats. He expressed a desire to visit the great man's grave. Delighted to discover this common enthusiasm, John said he would be happy to take the young man there. On arrival at the grave site, the bloke promptly whipped out his equipment, pissed on the grave, and exclaimed: "That's for the last four years, you bastard!" I know how he felt; Brodsky has much the same effect on me. Kari %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%