The Drift of the World
I thought you were an anchor in the drift of the world; but no: there isn’t an anchor anywhere. —William Bronk You aren’t forgotten. How could so much of us ever be? When you left this life, an anchor … Continued
Daniel Wolff
Why Nobody Reads William Bronk
First, it’s hard. Take the opening line from the opening poem of Bronk’s 1993 collection, The Mild Day. “It’s like going to Africa to live.” What? What’s like that? You can scan the rest of the short poem and never … Continued