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American Life in Poetry: Monument

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By Ted Kooser

I suspect that one thing some people have against reading poems is that they are so often so serious, so devoid of joy, as if we poets spend all our time brooding about mutability and death and never having any fun. Here Cornelius Eady, who lives and teaches in Indiana, offers us a poem of pure pleasure.

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A Small Moment

I walk into the bakery next door

To my apartment. They are about

To pull some sort of toast with cheese

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