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I'm wandering round the internet and find James Merrill. What a wonderful day! Welcome to my life!
It doesn't get much better in terms of midcentury poets than James Merrill. A virtuoso with words. -LP
Then when the flame forked like a sudden pathI gasped and stumbled, and was less.Density pulsing upward, gauze of ash,Dear light along the way to nothingness,What could be made of you but light, and this?