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TCS: A Garden of Inexhaustible Language

Good Morning! __________________________________________ “Still, no one finally knows what a poet is supposedeither to be or to do. Especially in this country, onetakes on the job—because all that one does in Americais considered a “job”— with no clear sense as to … Continue reading

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