Anthony Walton remembers poet, editor, and Brown University professor Michael Harper as a “secular priest”—of words and deeds and heart:
For Michael, poetry was like psychoanalysis: a searching out and recovery of narratives, not just his own, but national and collective story lines and archetypes needed for America to find itself, own its history, see its ugliness, imagine its potential. The work doesn’t turn from anything in America or the world, and it doesn’t forget.