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Self-BlurbThese poems I’ve begottenin my mind’s own Fallopians are as silk is to cotton or hope to utopians. Of Fantin-Latour they’re the verbal equivalents, both bright and obscure with a tender ambivalence. They’re edgy and clever, formal and right. None could dissever their wings from their flight. Here verb meets noun, with galvanic force! Not likely you’ll come down with buyer’s remorse. |
