Anne Carson was born in Canada and teaches ancient Greek for a living.
Sokrates to Krito (letter from prison)
Anne Carson
Dear Krito, don’t come today. If you do, I’ll have to pretend to be asleep or ashamed or explain why I sent my wife home. Tears are all about the weeper, aren’t they? My kid has more sense. She was . . .
Brick 105
1-866-MRTR
Anne Carson
Four very thin trees stand above their own reflections and hesitate, as cold girls do. She thinks of rhymes for girls do. Whirls through. Pearls anew. Use it in a sonnet? Eddy’s mother lives by a lake. It is . . .