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A Paean, and An Elegy, (Out) of Sorts (poems from old notebooks, May 2002)

This is my Milton Acorn paean. I wrote it because someone claimed that my poem He Kept To Himself, Mostly, which appeared in Sledgehammer, was about Acorn. It wasn’t; that poem was an attempt to imagine the unconscious motivation of … Continue reading

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