Back in the 80's my ex was editor of the English Department's poetry quarterly. She brought in authors to give readings.
One day I answered the phone. It was for her.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"My name is W.D. Snodgrass."
And that was my conversation with him. I was not able to go to his luncheon or the reading because I had to work at the liquor store. He gave a good reading from what I understand.
W.D Snodgrass died of cancer at the age of 83. Check out the video of his last reading in October. A great poem. Look at his eyes and see how full of life they were!
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