Quote by Michael Cunningham

On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there.


On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside wit

Summary

This quote highlights the enjoyment of keeping the tradition of reading poetry alive, especially in the company of friends, on a summer evening. While classic poets like Keats and Yeats are timeless and reliable, the quote suggests that there is a unique thrill in reading the work of contemporary poets who are still living among us. It encourages the appreciation of the present moment and the exploration of the creative expressions of poets who can actively engage with and reflect the modern world we inhabit.

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Poetry
By Michael Cunningham
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