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in verse # 16 : rime royal

In “The horrors of the German language,” chapter 8 of his Words and rules, Steven Pinker reminds us that “no one is biologically disposed to speak a particular language.  The experiments called immigration and conquest, in which children master languages … 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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