I found out that the elegiac poet W. S. Merwin had passed away the same day I was accepted to Cornell. The Ides of March arrived on a brisk, overcast day in the Upper East Side of New York City, with ...
W.S. Merwin, a formidable American poet who for more than 60 years labored under a formidable poetic yoke: the imperative of using language — an inescapably concrete presence on the printed page — to ...
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