Poetry
A Thing Defined

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Craig Morgan TeicherCraig Morgan Teicher is the author of four books, including The Trembling Answers: Poems (BOA Editions, April) and the editor of Once and For All: The Best of Delmore Schwartz (New Directions). He lives in New Jersey with his wife and kids.
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