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for pitchfork
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fulcrum of metal
long handle
terminates
in a head
branches
narrow
curved
tines
with which one can spear
food
to hold
to cut
to lift
to the mouth
“You are poets, I assume you think metaphorically. Isn’t that the way you read? True or false: the subject or topic of a poem is never really its subject or topic. Robert Frost never wrote a nature poem. He said that. Meaning: there’s more to me than trees and birds. Meaning: there’s more to trees and birds and I know that, so that means there’s more to me, too.”
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women +
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for Susan Sontag & Robert Frost