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On the matter of "great" poetry, judging poetry's merit, I should say it's rather like wild game one has caught. In deer and elk, one counts the "points" on the antlers. In fish, one weighs the fish. The fight and the hunt for the wild thing of course increases the merit of the catch. Fox or elk or lion. Depending on the poet's aim. One goes to their house and it's mounted on the wall for all to admire. Or a pelt one hangs about from one's waist. Ernest Slyman HomePage www.geocities.com/soho/7514 email: [log in to unmask] "All around the hours run swift their foolish errands." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%