forms, almost stunts--the ode whose first four lines all end in "cloud," the lines in "Head Turkey Muses: A Soliloquy" whose boasts mimic gobbles: "I am sentinel to/hens. I do them all. Not you. I do." "Peter Rabbit's Middle Sister" revels in more intricate phonic play: "fast in the thorned clutch/of your hedge-hemmed root-safe bedtime-tale hutch." (It is not the only place where Ponsot echoes Marianne Moore.)from The New York Times: The Wonder Years
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