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September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

— Geoffrey Hill

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And, since people generally go on from this to talk about elitism versus democracy, I would add that genuinely difficult art is truly democratic.

In memory of those things these words were born.

An achieved poem is always beautiful in its own way, though such a way will many times strike people as harsh and repellent.

I have learned one thing: not to look down
Too much upon the damned.

I wish I understood myself
more clearly or less well.

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