Tag Archives: Leslie Norris

in verse # 10 : aged in charcoal

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

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in verse #5 : green armor

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

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My Favorite Christmas Poem

This is my favorite Christmas poem. What’s yours? 

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