I am a poor reader of poetry. Maybe poets always are. I run out of breath quickly, just a few words will do and before I know it I'm skimming, looking for who knows what, pausing on a word, being hastened by others, when all the time the first three lines, read several times at the outset, have already done it.
Be less porous and fewer people;
less populous and fewer permutations;
make and do with the furniture in the room.
Ellen Dillon, Achatina, Achatina!
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