You can probably feel the heat of my virtual blushes as I read these flattering remarks. Thank you all!
I sometimes describe the poetry scene to nonpoets in this way: Picture American literature as an ocean. And in the middle of that ocean is an island where the poets live. And in the middle of that island is a pond where the formalists hang out. And in that pond we all know each other.
It's a great pond, with a wonderful croaking chorus.
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