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January 28, 2013


"Merrill used to joke that he only because friends with Auden after Auden's death..."

With all that Prozac money, one would think that The Poetry Foundation could afford to pay a proofreader. :)

Oops, my bad. BAP, not Poetry Foundation.

Thank you for catching that for me, Tom! Whatever the hell YOU are taking, it's working.

Thanks for your close reading! We don't have Prozac money to spend on proofreaders. Our generous and brilliant contributors take on blogging here in addition to everything else they must do. They work hard on their posts and if a typo slips through the spell check or gets by their own tired eyes, well, we like to think that our readers will be equally generous.

I can fix errors after the fact so if you find others, please let me know. I'd be most grateful.

Stacey Harwood

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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