George Elliott Clarke’s new book of poetry is Illicit Sonnets, just out from Eyewear Publishing. He is Toronto’s fourth poet laureate.
Before I discovered poetry—whimsically at thirteen, seriously at fifteen—I entertained several fantastic enthusiasms. As a boy, aged five to ten, I planned to be an astronaut. That dream faded when I learned—drat!—that wearing glasses disqualified me for the military pilot . . .