31 July 2017
A friend of mine was driving around one day when he noticed a pile of cardboard boxes in front of the house of one of our teachers, a poet who had been at the university for decades. My friend pulled over and got out and lifted the flaps of one of the boxes. It was full of paper - typescripts of poems, essays, books, scraps of paper, letters. He debated stowing the boxes in his trunk, but in the end he left them.