Some of the girls in my undergraduate class chose to write on lush, Romantic nineteenth-century poems by José Asunción Silva and the like. I wish I could appreciate that sort of poetry without embarrassment, as they do. A lot of the class wrote about José Martí.

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I realize reading Jordan's posts today that, having only read Fanny Howe in the UC Press Selected, I have not really read her. I have no idea of the shape of her career, the books of poetry as they originally appeared, the revisions between the first publication of a poem and its appearance in the Selected Poems. I love conventionally good poetry. Poetry that appeals to eye, ear, mind, and heart. Like a good Irish breakfast.