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Marianne Moore and e. e. cummings each read a poem

… … … WHAT ARE YEARS? …What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are …naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered question, the resolute doubt,— dumbly calling, deafly listening—that in misfortune, even death, …encourages others …and in its defeat, stirs […]