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Hayden Carruth at his home in Munnsville, N.Y., in 1997. (Al campanie/post standard) |
Hayden Carruth, 87; poet wrote of life's 'miserloos'
Awakening one night, the poet Hayden Carruth found a spider sharing his pillow. "I blew at it gently," he later wrote, "and I swear it turned around and looked at me." (Full article: 968 words)
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