Summer 1985
Dear Professor William Cook, of Dartmouth,
bald and black, of bright and bearded face,
so kind to the ebullient sixteen-year-old
who met you at the Frost Place, and who
was eager to know how poetry is done.
Begin with the object, you counselled,
and praised, You ask the right questions!
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-04-27 at 08:57
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