Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life — C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
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Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life.

— C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
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