I still don’t feel old enough to read Berryman, and I first read him twenty years ago, when I was about fifteen. No one else uses English so baroquely or so tenderly; or moves through tones as quickly or as terribly. No one else...
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04.06.16“Dream Song 90: Op. posth. no. 13”Poetry
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04.05.16“Houston, 6 p.m.”Poetry
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04.04.16The Uses of Beautiful PlacesPoetry
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04.04.16“For Night to Fall”Poetry
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03.31.16A Month of FSG PoetryPoetry
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03.31.16Classics HomeworkPoetry
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03.25.16The Microcosm: Poetry and HumanismPoetry
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09.24.15In Memory of C. K. WilliamsPoetry
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05.14.15His EnglishPoetry
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04.30.15“Lazy Gods, Lazy Fate”Poetry
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04.29.15“If We Knew the Point”Poetry
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04.28.15“Death”Poetry
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04.27.15“Here Come the Drum Majorettes!”Poetry
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04.26.15“Moss Lake”Poetry
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04.25.15“A Careful Passion”Poetry
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04.24.15“Tonight I Can Write”Poetry
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04.23.15“Drams”Poetry
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04.23.15An Ode to the CaptainPoetry
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04.22.15Negotiating the SkyPoetry
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04.22.15“May 24, 1980”Poetry