"It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there"

Just now I sat at my kitchen table, eating saag paneer and yogurt and sauteed carrots and reading a book of poems. Flipping through the book of poems, to be accurate, letting serendipity dictate which ones I ended up reading. A word here and there –ghost, twilight, firefly, road– the sort of word I’m inexorably … Continue reading "It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there"