Hayden Carruth
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When I was hospitalized for my
one hundred and seventh
rebellion
against the gods, in this
strange town, one of my students left a
plastic cup, with a heart on it and
a bouquet of pearly
everlasting-
ing in it, by my door
in the ghastly dorm. I found it on
returning. My dear, dearest, you can–
not really know an old
man's lust, three
parts terror to one of
fantasy. Please may you go in peace.
Stanley Plumly
THE JAMES WRIGHT ANNUAL FESTIVAL
That night we flew into Pittsburgh
where Tom Flynn met the plane to drive us back
to Ohio just over the river into Belmont County
where we were to meet Galway and the hosts
of the Second Annual James Wright Festival
for supper and the chatter of a late night
before the first day of readings.
And what I remember from the long ride
in from the airport - a new spring night
with constellations broken and the blurred
