He’s best known as an award-winning young poet, and he’s now getting attention for his novel, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. But I first knew him as a talented writer a couple of years ahead of me in high school.
In his work for The Atlantic, W. S. Merwin often wrote about time slipping away and goals remaining just out of reach.
The Pulitzer Prize–winning poet, who died last week at 91, found an enduring language to express his anguish at what human exploitation has done to the world.
A new collection of essays attempts to lend some objective shape to a timeless-seeming challenge: the ongoing balance of voice and form.