You know how to write poetry, it is all you need to be happy,
but you will not be happy, you will be miserable, thinking you
but you will not be happy, you will be miserable, thinking you
need so many other things, and in years and years of misery
you have only one thing, as poets, to look forward to, the day
you will not want what you haven’t got, the thing you have got
is poetry, let nothing cheat, steal, or deflect you from it, even
poetry itself. Why are you sitting there? You should have fled
before I finished the first sentence.
by Mary Ruefle
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