X, with squirrels
Yeats, Poems, 1899Design by Althea Gyles
A memory of a famous author just floated by. I'll call him "X." He had come to visit a poetry workshop of grad students and undergrads. I was there, and curious; I knew that X was sometimes mentioned as headed for a Nobel.
The first thing he did was to shred a poem by a freshman into something else entirely: burning fire slaw, perhaps, or poisonous
A memory of a famous author just floated by. I'll call him "X." He had come to visit a poetry workshop of grad students and undergrads. I was there, and curious; I knew that X was sometimes mentioned as headed for a Nobel.
The first thing he did was to shred a poem by a freshman into something else entirely: burning fire slaw, perhaps, or poisonous
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