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120 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2017
They came when they came, and when they were finished, he knew. Nothing else—as he often thought—was ever truly completed; there was always something else to be added, repaired, or corrected to make it right. But when a poem was done, it was done. There was satisfaction in this.And finally, although I do not live by myself on a farm in the middle of nowhere, and have no desire to do so, I do understand this impulse: “He knew something of sorrow, remembered joy and devoutly hoped never again to encounter either of these two old annoyances.”