The music and form of experience …

… The Poetry of Anne Stevenson. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I suspect that she is more self-revelatory in her work than she perhaps realizes. In ‘The Marriage’ she revisits her parents, long dead, recalling a time when her mother was diagnosed with the cancer, of which she died. “The house is still there,” she tells us, “the elms and the people, not.”