#bill knott

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MY EPITAPH - Bill Knott

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Bill Knott, "Sonnet" [transcript in ALT]

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sonnet by Bill Knott

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Bill Knott: The Closet

(…after my Mother’s death)Here not long enough after the hospital happened I find her closet lying empty and stop my play And go in and crane up at three blackwire hangers Which quiver, airy, released. They appear to enjoyTheir new distance, cognizance born of the absence Of anything else. The closet has been cleaned out Full-flush as surgeries where the hangers could be Amiable scalpels though…

Bill Knott: The Closet

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Bill Knott, Death

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Let the moon / Be boarded over.

—Bill Knott

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“The Poetry I Was Grateful for in 2017″

“A poem grabs us with only a voice, often the voice of a stranger, telling us very little about itself. Poems needn’t tell a story, and their relationship to linear cause and effect is at best blasé. Instead we get the testimony of the senses, the power of words in new and arresting combinations, and an unwavering belief in what Keats called the “holiness of the heart’s affections.” I am so grateful to the vivid individuals I met on the page this year, proof of hope and life in a very crushing time.”  —Dan Chiasson. Read more about the year in poetry, here.