In the last of the small hours, we who love to be astonished sank into the hotel lobby, too wide awake with some 72 hours of poetry and conversation to go right to sleep.
The last night had culminated in, what else, a bar reading -- One Duquesne student encountered at the bar remarked on what a bounty it was to have an honest-to-god bar right there on campus -- Not wanting to act my age, I didn't tell him of the old days when every campus had its Ratskellar.
The crowd was primed by the days of the conference -- and each poet was greeted volubly, cheers that even drowned out the sound of the game on the big screen in the back.
The subject of the conference had been women's poetry after 1900.
It was pretty clear from this last night that women's poetry after 2000 could justify a conference all on its own.
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