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“What I want you to do for me is this: I want to understand certain things and tell them to others. To do it, I have to get them right, so they are hard to resist. Stay with me until I can do this. Afterwards, you can go where you want.”

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Kenneth Koch
Kenneth Koch

Kenneth Koch, born on February 27, 1925, in New York, was a renowned American poet. His poetry style was unique, characterized by simplicity and wit, which was well-received by readers. Koch's poems covered a wide range of themes, including love, nature, and urban life, and his work was known for its humor and intelligence. more

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