Finding W.S. Merwin
I grew up on a farm in northwestern Illinois. My dad is a poet, my mom a voracious reader. The front room of the farmhouse was rich with books. One whole wall of built-in bookcases and a few standing ones, in one of which the thin-spined poetry books were kept. I was drawn to the poems, how sparse t...
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| Формат: | Artigo |
| Язык: | Inglês |
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Association française d'Etudes Américaines (AFEA)
2024
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| Online-ссылка: | https://doi.org/10.4000/134gr https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.13089/134gr https://journals.openedition.org/transatlantica/24102 |
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Нет меток, Требуется 1-ая метка записи!
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