I heard from the editor the other day that the galleys are ready. I can't wait to see one.
We are now over a year and a half into our reading the Norton Anthology of Poetry project. We read one poem (or a page or two of a poem) from the beginning and one from the end. We are now nearly up to Keats and back to Roethke. We've really enjoyed the juxtaposition between the old and the new. Reading "The Lost Son" by Roethke. I didn't know he could be so wonderfully strange. One of my favorite stanzas in it:
Dogs of the groin
Barked and howled,
The sun was against me,
The moon would not have me.
Reminds me a lot of Anne Sexton at her wicked best.