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“The goal of the poem is not to conceal uncertainty and to deliver an airtight argument, or proclamation, or insight, not to arrive at some truth, but rather to display the nature of the speaker's "real-time" sensibility, including its tendency toward indecisiveness and self-contradiction.”

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Book:The Art of Voice: Poetic Principles and Practice
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Tony Hoagland
Tony Hoagland

Tony Hoagland is an American poet known for his concise and profound poetry style. His works often explore personal emotions, natural landscapes, and profound questions about human existence. more

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