Meeting and greeting. Well! Also teasing. Pointedly accurate comments on prosody (a real live set of mysterious spondees, oh my) and equally productive words from Deep Thought on rhymes, metrix, and other poems to get into. Lots of worthy activities, but I think in some respects the high points of the conference were when Richard Wilbur was on tap. He read well and clearly. His birthday celebration was a song in itself. Quite an intellect, going well at 90.
Somehow in the impetuous twice or thrice daily in-and-out of my dorm room, I let a spare unworn piece of summer clothing fall behind an unoccupied bed in my room, and didn't think to look there when packing up to go. So now I can say, alas, I left my pants in Pennsylvania.
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