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Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
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The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
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One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
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The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
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One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
One of the finest contemporary writers mining the extraordinary diversity of the complicated landscape of southern Appalachia is Ron Rash. Rash, whose work sprang to national attention with his novel Serena, writes almost exclusively of these mountains and her foothills.
Finally recognizing this pattern has led me to an unconventional idea: we should teach literary survey courses backwards. And those of us who are no longer in lit classes (or who have steered clear of them altogether) should read that way ourselves.
I wanted to begin this piece with a line like: “It’s dead, thank God” but Barthelme beat me to the punch thirty years ago in his essay “Not-Knowing.”
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