The poet Marie Ponsot is a late-blooming ninety-five. For the New York Times Book Review, William Logan reviews her new Collected Poems (Knopf), and follows her arc from early “secondhand Tolkein,” to a letting go of “hollow immensities.” “We read such poets,” writes Logan, “because we want to know how a poetic intelligence inhabits the world, or invents it.”
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