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  • Asked her about poems, and she said, you can't worry over this word or that word. One word's not going to make a poem. It's like adding salt. You add another grain here and another grain there and soon enough you've got a dish that's too salty.

    Asked her about poems, and she said, what's the rush? Go to bed, have a cup of coffee, drink a glass of wine. What's the poem's story? Maybe you haven't found the right angle on it yet. Put it aside and start again.

    Asked her about poems, and she said, "Your words aren't precious."
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