In that progress of life which seems stillness itself in the mass of its movements—at last SPRING is approaching.
—William Carlos Williams, Chapter XIX, Spring and All (1923)
Mark Kerstetter, a fine poet himself and an incisive reader of the poetry of others, has embarked upon a series of posts offering thoughts and commentary on William Carlos Williams’ Spring and All. I’m only a little way in, but already entranced.
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