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Adrienne Su Reads Maxine Kumin

The New Yorker: Poetry

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The Gunny Sack

Maxine cumin's poems are very controlled. But the one that's least rhymed least formal would be that second to last stanza. The you has never named but we I think kind of figured that it is her husband And they have lived this All these years together are your body swaying and space grows heavier older stranger.

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