Word up

Very frustrated as I don't have any time to do proper posts at the moment - work is ker-azy with a 'k', and we still don't have internet access at the new flat (hint, hint, Red). So, to keep things moving along, I'm going to post one of my favourite poems. I'm a big fan of poetry, and I can't think why I haven't posted any before. Anyway, without much further ado, here's I may, I might, I must, by Marianne Moore(1887-1972) :


If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.

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