Posted on 28/04/07
'The hair on the back of your neck stands up'
When we celebrate National Poetry Month each April, we're tipping our hats not only to the art form, but to the poets themselves, who perform the thankless task of writing what few read and fewer still understand. It takes a very particular kind of masochism to engage in this pursuit, which brings the practitioner neither glory nor income and is derided even, occasionally, by poets themselves.
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