"For every poet it is always morning in the world. History is a forgotten, insomniac night; history and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of history."
Derek Walcott
Singing It Now
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Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in I-ran
So put down your books...
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