I took it home, set it on my messy overflow bookshelf, and kept promising myself that I'd read it (along with the 30+ other books on that shelf.) There it sat, untouched until I decided that this year I was going to observe the "Icelandic tradition" circulating on the internet where people read books and eat chocolate on Christmas Eve night. However, at a recent library book sale, I found a slim paperback of The Far Field and delightedly threw it into my $1 bag of books. I discovered Theodore Rothke's poetry in college, and, although I was enchanted by it, I didn't really have the time to sit around, musing about poetry.
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