“The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like,” says Mary Ruefle.
Mary Ruefle
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This Be the Verse 2019
John Yau and Albert Mobilio select a few of their favorite poetry books from the past year.
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When a Poet Becomes Invisible
Facing her mortality, Mary Ruefle does not ask for pity or sympathy, because death is democratic.
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Mary Ruefle’s Sage Advice on How to Keep Your Eyes Open While Sleeping
This is a book you want to read slowly, to savor both for what it says and how Ruefle says it.
