When Stanley Plumly was finally ready to write "Posthumous Keats," he sat down at his IBM Selectric III and just typed it out. For 2 1/2 years. "Out of my head, right out of my head. It was all there, ...
A secret warmth blooms in the chill of the year. A morning of precociously early snow did not spoil this year’s harvest of fall colors. The yellowwood tree outside my window, true to its name, has ...
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