Happy Birthday, Maxine Kumin!
I once asked her if she thought I might ever write a real poem or if she thought I was just a reasonably clever grad student. She answered “I don’t know.” She was only at the University of Louisville for about a month-long residency, so it was probably just reasonable courtesy, but I was much encouraged.
Here is one of many of her poems I’ve loved.







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Happy Birthday, Maxine Kumin
The kind of writing that makes me forget to breathe, makes me wish I could fall into those words; they stay with a body, if not the actual words the sense behind them, for a very long time.
thank you for this, Mike.
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