I have a problem with poetry teachers. I have a problem, at least, with the ones that try to teach poems. A poem teaches itself. I do not consent to a fourth party owning my meaning. It is enough that I must contend with my book, my audience, and myself. If you are the kind that digests with your mouth inside the ear of another then so be it. Espouse away. But do not deceive yourself, as you relieve yourself upon another, that you are anything but a student listening to the text in the loudest way possible.
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