When I Met My Muse Comments
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
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I have this bookmarked and refer to it every month or so. The simplicity and precision of this poem don't fade.
Well, how anyone can give this less than an 8 is beyond me. You need to graduate from your baby diapers, start understanding what a real peom sounds like. It sounds like this poem. Gradual, brilliant, at once understated and grand!
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7/22/2025 3:43:11 PM # 1.0.0
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