So it is a love poem, not the strange, hurricane-themed death poem Orr imagined. Good to know. Benedictions on the scholar who dug it out, and a Bronx cheer for the clueless reader who convinced the poet to bury it all those years ago. (By the way, I'm reasonably sure that Wilbur's biographer is Robert, not Benjamin, Bagg. But I've been wrong before -- see above.)
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