I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

- Billy Collins

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Monday, January 31, 2011

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A journal kept by Arthur Conan Doyle's missus when he was in Canada in 1914. Of horticultural interest too. And below, a televised interview of the mun.

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