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?

-Joseph Stroud

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