How did I not notice until now what a fine eye Rae Armantrout has for flora? It’s inexcusable, really: I’ve been reading her poetry for something like thirty years, ever since someone misread “Bob Archambeau” as “Rae Armantrout” on the conference nametag dangling from my lanyard and asked me to sign a just-released copy of […]

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