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Off-Guard (for Doug Clark, so recently nit-picked) In any meaningful sense, poetry enters the world utterly silent, and by its dumbness makes itself known; its rarest qualities made splendidly common --- and noting this difference as one would observe bluejays at the windowsill, a certain aloofness comes and the eye catches the poem like a ball thrown against a wall not quite there. Ernest Slyman HomePage www.geocities.com/soho/7514 email: [log in to unmask] "All around the hours run swift their foolish errands." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%