Tag Archives: Leslie Norris
Rolfe Humphries’s fine poem, “Winter, Old Style,” with which he illustrates the Welsh meter rhupunt, ends with these lines: The trees are bowed in the bare wood; there is no shade in any vale. The reeds are dry and … Continue reading
It was in his first class at the University of Washington, and my first poetry class in graduate school, that I met Leslie Norris. He walked into class that first day and said, in what we would all have surmised … Continue reading
This is my favorite Christmas poem. What’s yours?