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Occasionally,
when I sense an excess
of detail, I drop
a descriptive element,
or substitute a deeper
meaning than the one
the original intends.
I avoid rhymings
futile alliterations
unnecessary systems
of architecture
in the construction of
vain deconstructions —
Thus, taking possession of
a poet, I make him mine.
. . .
I write each word
as if it were my last sigh
and take each breath now
as if it were the very
last word I would ever breathe.
Go to bed each night
as into my grave, and wake
back into new hells —
and eat my daily bread, but
without appetite's new wine.
© James Kirkup, 2008
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