A friend of mine was driving around one day when he noticed a pile of cardboard boxes in front of the house of one of our teachers, a poet who had been at the university for decades. My friend pulled over and got out and lifted the flaps of one of the boxes. It was full of paper - typescripts of poems, essays, books, scraps of paper, letters. Read more
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