On this first day of Spring, Stanley Kunitz just slayed me with a line about his imagining the snakes in his garden to have gone underground now that the nights had gotten cold prior to the coming of winter and “before the sickle frost” in his poem The Snakes of September.

The link takes you to a snippet of an interview where he reads the poem.

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