PORNOGRAPHY
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PORNOGRAPHYHey yew all: How come, out of the 53 people who hit on this title, only 6 evidently read the poem. How come? Are we that profound or just extra boring? |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.