Reading Tony Hoagland’s “There Is No Word” and Robin Ekiss’s “The Death of Silence” in the same sitting offers a sort of wonder and pleasure so rare I struggle to name it. Thank you for assembling the July/August issue of Poetry so thoughtfully—and for knocking me, at least momentarily, out of my screen-induced stupor.
Letter to the Editor
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This prose originally appeared in the September 2012 issue of Poetry magazine