Schlagwort: Marsha Truman Cooper

98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE You can’t get closer to our hunter-gatherer ancestors than by clawing in the earth with your fingers. Here’s a delightful poem about digging for bait by Marsha Truman Cooper, a Californian. A Knot of Worms As day began… Continue Reading „98. American Life in Poetry: Column 427“