I was going to explain why I’m repelled by children/ who have been taught to say all the right things/ about Edward Hopper’s night café—some paintings/ need to be earned and this is one of them— but here,/ instead, are three stanzas about Iceland.
Some of the woodblock prints that Raymond Hudson made in his Middlebury studio/garage will soon be making the long journey to an exhibition in Alaska’s Aleutian Islands.
