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  • Sometime in the 17th century, Robert Hook looked at cork with Antony van Leeuwenhoek's newly invented light microscope, and what he saw he equated with the little rooms in which monks were sequestered for centuries, cells. In those cells, books were written, some serious studies, theological ruminations, and books were copied, letter by illuminated letter, and yes, some of the books they wrote in the endless time in the little rooms were poetry.

    A dedication in Cowbird is the equivalent of a friendly shout across the stage on which we are all assembled, and it's difficult to hide without shouting back: I heard you, I'm touched!

    I wish the best to you, B, in your own inquiries on the marvels of life, and where we all come from. Poetic sense, the way you display it in your writing, will be a great help.

    (Image from the National Library of Medicine)
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