Poetry in the Plague Year

An Essay

by Marianne Boruch
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Oh, to have a president who reads Whitman or Shakespeare or the Bible (or anything besides his Twitter feed)!

We are sitting in a changed world and “abruptly find ourselves in a rich emptiness where we pause and absorb.”

Thank you, Marianne Boruch! Your words inspire hope and desire today.

What an amazing piece of writing. I am elevated, and, yes, chagrined that in our time of Whitmanesque need we do not have a Lincoln, or even a Ford, only an obnoxious and off-balanced 3 wheeler honking his horn and trying to take up every space in the parking lot. Bless you Marianne: this is just wonderful.