Come let us sing against death. —⁠Hayden Carruth, “Contra Mortem”   Poetry is an art of margins.   Poets rarely think so. They prefer believing they are somehow at the center of things, but they rarely are. This is not to say poets are unimportant, only that they gain their importance in unexpected, unforeseeable ways. […]

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