The Last Poet I Loved: Maggie Nelson

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After four years in England, I know that summer is not the season of budding trees, shy morning sunlight, blue skies, and merry picnics on the grass that my Midwestern American childhood promised me. It is the season of gray. Every day. For weeks. Into this grayness, enter Maggie Nelson’s collection—or long poem, maybe; it […]

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