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Bob Kaufman

In order to exist I hide behind stacks of red and blue poems
And open little sensuous parasols

— Bob Kaufman, from “Afterwards They Shall Dance,” Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness. (New Directions, January 17, 1965)

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