William Matthews

 A Poetry Reading At West Point – William Matthews

 A Poetry Reading At West Point – William Matthews

I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting a copy of my book. What would my shrink say, if I had one, about such a dream, if it were a dream? Question and answer time. “Sir,” a cadet yelled from the balcony, and gave his... »