Below is the remainder of the poem titled “Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning” and its annotation….       As of speakers far or hid.   How they sweep down and out! how they mutter! Poets unnamed–artists greatest of any, with cherish’d lost designs, Love’s unresponse–a chorus of age’s complaints–hope’s last words, Some suicide’s […] […]

Last Spring, I took a Seminar called Poetry as Survival at Rowan.  For that course each student had to choose one poet out of five poets and spend the entire semester working with that poet’s book.  Each contemporary poet was writing in response to human tragedies—war, loss, heartbreak, alcoholism, and failure—as a way of surviving […] […]