The chill of winter is perfect for certain poetry: It is the end of the semester, and time to say farewell to my students. I know I always say this, but this year they were extremely wonderful … friendly, smart, and interesting. We finish our final projects and I tell them to bundle up and meet me in the courtyard behind Taylor Hall. This week has been cold with snow and the beginning of icicles hanging on old buildings and gutters. It is the perfect weather for reading poetry although the students are doubtful. It is not as if it is a surprise; I have told them about this all year so they knew it was coming. “Bundle up,” I say. “Let’s go.” And out we go.
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