© Mark Strand.

Because it’s really that place which is unreachable, or mysterious, at which the poem becomes ours, finally… A personal note. For all of what seemed, between 2001 and 2007, the ugliest of hate feuds, I turned to four poets—not for solace, but for connection. I was in Jerusalem then, a city that too often gives […]

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