Excerpt from The Rumpus:
I decided to memorize the poem in case I was ever without it. I pored over it there in the library until it was a second tongue. I recited it over and over in my head, then went to the coffee shop and wrote it down in my journal in silvery ink.
I have always relied on memory.
When driving late at night, there’s nothing better to keep oneself awake than reciting poetry from years past, seeing what you can recall and what has fallen by the wayside.
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