My Return Home To Poetry

An essay on reentry

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As a child, I believed that poetry inherently was a form of play. I viewed it as an exploration of the world out there, worlds imagined, and the world within that had yet to be established. I remember how I’d spent countless hours getting lost in books such as Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and various children’s poetry compilations that included the best classic…