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you're
the open book
the
first thing with poetry is the last
that it
leaves you, that it has left
so soon
this birth was
yet it
rings
such a
burden on the way
as much
art as world beside
and here
we are
how
else?
it might
have never been
still
there, you know by heart that is
poetry
has got your number
it's of
the truth before the word
and
words are its only way
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before the word
the dream before breakfast
on a cold morning
my car won't start
Wonderful last stanza - sometimes you spend god knows how many hours trying to put something into words and then find another poet has already got it bang on.
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