Plath: Dickinson after electroshock?
Collins: Sandburg without calluses?
Heaney: Yeats rimed by Frost?
Stallings: Sappho metamorphosed to a hip Y2K goddess?
Murphy: Housman as venture capitalist pigmonger?
Me: Demon spawn of Wilbur and Plath conceived after tea on Cottage Street, 1958?
But Richard, you are now called to write a poem called In Memoriam: A Phenomenal Woman . . .
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