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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
Posted in In Verse
Tagged An introduction to Welsh poetry from the beginnings to the sixteenth century, An Old Man's Winter Night, Green Armor on Green Ground, Gwyn Williams, Leslie Norris, Midnight lantern, poetry, Robert Frost, Rolfe Humphries, Tess Gallagher, To Whom Can I Open My Heart?
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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
My Favorite Christmas Poem
This is my favorite Christmas poem. What’s yours?
