I feel a little guilty for omitting the following poem from my consideration of Walt Whitman as Patron Poet: I Saw Old General At Bay I saw old General at bay, (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,) His small force was now completely hemm’d in, in his works...

I confess that my familiarity with Walt Whitman has waned since graduating from college. As so often happens with friends made at school, lives take different paths, links are broken, and memories of foolish exploits fade into clouded recollections made years later. Whitman and I had known each other...

Could Dylan Thomas be the Patron Poet of developers? Here In This Spring Here in this spring, stars float along the void; Here in this ornamental winter Down pelts the naked weather; This summer buries a spring bird. Symbols are selected from the years’ Slow rounding of four...