Poem Reading: "That year, that icy blackness" by Lyn Lifshin

Listen to my ice-thin argument that shipwrecking is a metaphor intrinsic to the Northeast United States. Or perhaps an aesthetic?

Lyn Lifshin has so many freaking poems published that if you enjoy this poem, you’d be a fool not to go and try to find as many as you can. She’s an incredible talent, and such a rare gem of prolificness.

The blending of sex and environment is such an evocative move for poetry.

The poem "That Year, That Icy Blackness," by Lyn Lifshin

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