"For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; history and elementary awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of history."
Derek Walcott
Howdy Doodle
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It was four summers ago—nearly five—that Margaret drove the six hours or so
to the Bay Area, to an animal shelter that specialized in small dogs,
espe...
1 week ago
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