Don MarquisPublishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
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A rose petal dropped into the Grand Canyon wouldn’t travel very far, and the echo would probably be brief and not particularly loud. But if you could imagine a book of poetry as a rose petal dropped into the Grand Canyon, imagine the depth and length of an echo. The depth and length of an echo can last for days or weeks after the original book is published.
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