“Not every poet is a great reader of his own work.”
David Yezzi (1966) American poet
Interview with Ernest Hibert (2006)
“The poet creates it; the people by recitation recreate it. Poet and reader (hearer) are moments of the same reality.”
How to Read a Poem And Fall in Love with Poetry (1998)
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