Poetry

 

Remembering W.S. Merwin, Honorary Texan

by | Fri, Mar 22, 2019 at 6:00 CST
The Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, who died at 91 last week, liked pausing by roadsides everywhere in Texas to examine plants, pocket seeds and smell the air.

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