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The Visionaries

An Imaginary discussion between Rimbaud and Anna Sexton

Anne Sexton

If you don’t really exist, are, in fact, a fantasy, speaking to me of the things I love, the oceans, the mountains, as a poet, touching me with tenderness, and yet I know you are not real. But you are what I need right now. Perhaps I made you up. I brought to me a man who sparkles like the freshly fallen…



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Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved