2 Quotes by Joseph Stroud

I’ve been thinking of a poet who is dying in New York,how these days she reads her beloved Dante,perhaps looking for something to framewhat is happening to her.And whom, I wonder, do I turn to?Whom in this century do I readas if my life depended upon it?

There are some who believe the poem can be a guide,a Virgil, can be a window into a way of being.Do I believe this? Does anyone believe this anymore?