Class Notes
Class Notes
I had a student once who couldn’t write.
Well, one of many. But this boy was bright,
fizzing with thoughts he felt he had to clothe
in verses, if you please! And I was loath
to stem a tide so eager in its flow.
We bent over his work together: “No,”
I’d say, “a little tighter here, a little less
would make it stronger.” I did not say “mess”
or crumple anything; I never . . .
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