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My mother stands at the screen door, laughing. “Out out damn Spot,” she commands our silly dog. I wonder what this means. I rise into adult air…
an American poet and essayist. Raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, Matthews earned a bachelor's degree from Yale University, and a master's from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. In addition to serving as a Writer-in-Residence at Boston's Emerson College, Matthews held various academic positions at institutions including Cornell University, the University of Washington (Seattle), the University of Colorado at Boulder, and the University of Iowa. He served as president of Associated Writing Programs and of the Poetry Society of America. At the time of his death he was a professor of English and director of the creative writing program at City College of New York A reading series has been named for him at City College of New York. His son is Sebastian Matthews.)
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Walking with Jesus the slow, behind the beat. Mr. Resistance. Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame.…
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Frail friends, I love you all! Maybe that's the trouble, storm in the eye of a storm. Everyone wants too much.…
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I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting a copy of my book. What would my…
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Here we picked wild strawberries, though in my memory we're neither here nor missing. Or I'd scuff out by myself at dusk, proud…
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Stains on the casements, dustmotes, spiderless webs. No chairs, and a man waking up, or he's falling asleep…
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February on the narrow beach, 3o A.M. I set out south. Cape Cod Light on its crumbling cliff above me turns its wand of light so steadily…
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Usually I stay up late, my time alone. Tonight at 9o I can tell I'm only awake long enough to put my sons to bed.…
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"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm her tumor. It was large, rare, and so anomalous…
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Baudelaire: 'The dead, the poor dead, have their bad hours.' But the dead have no watches, no grief and no hours. At first not smoking took all my time: I did it…
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the only parts of the body the same size at birth as they'll always be. 'That's why all babies are beautiful,' Thurber used to say as he grew…
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for Paul Levitt Be perpendicular to the basket, toes avid for the line. Already this description…
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Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How he got from the dark of sleep to the dark of waking up I'll never know;…
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Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4…
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I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen and so I swung into action and wrote a poem and it was miserable, for that was how I thought…
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