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...child prodigy began her literary career at the age of five, when she composed her first poem. By the age of eight, she had completed her first collection of poems, called "First Draft." The recently published book, which has been critically acclaimed in international literary circles, is written in Russian and has been translated into English, French and Italian...
...from the brink by good gray Mr. Dentley giving him a C ("Basically you understand the material"). David Tollefson and Agnes Hedder breaking up their marriages and running off together to Washington State and, years later, David's daughter-in-law making sure her husband does not burn the poem that won Agnes' heart ("A love so true sings out to me . . .") along with the rest of the papers he inherited from the dad he'll never learn to forgive. Your shy Aunt Myrna enduring the Bake-Off at the state fair, with all those people watching and Joey Chitwood...
When he was still a lonely high school kid in Martins Ferry, Ohio, the factory worker's son who would later become -- in Critic Peter Stitt's phrase -- "one of the very great heroes of American poetry" used to drop by Margret Ashbrook's house and slide his poems across the table for Margret and her mom to see. "He showed us a poem that had the word slob in it, and we told him that was an unpoetic word," recalls Margret. "But he said that's how it is, and that's how he feels, and that...
...festival are mainly evangelical. A balding Lutheran pastor in a pale suit, the peripatetic Orsen recently settled in nearby Steubenville and found the local culture as difficult to crack as a Zen riddle. Someone suggested he read James Wright. And has this helped at all? "There's one poem about football -- when I saw that, I said to myself, boy, that explains a lot of what I'm working with," he answers...
...James Wright kept circling back to Martins Ferry in his imagination, starved for more. He resembled "a flower in a coal heap," in the words of his biographer, and suffered cruelly in the small, tough town where he was born. But Wright gave as good as he got. One poem about the rumored demise of a whorehouse in Wheeling depicts a throng of women swinging their purses as they pour into the river at dusk. What the heck is going on? the poet innocently wonders...