And for the peace of you I hold such strife
Now counting best to be with you alone
sometime all full with feasting on your sight
then do I pine and surfeit day by day
We use the stuff of the everyday to make poems. Allowing ordinary voices to be privileged : allowing both participants own voices (their clean language, dialect, slang, spelling, their sound) and their physical condition (dementia, forgetfulness, non-linear logic, physical difficulties) to be part of the poem-making.
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