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Just off of Adams Boulevard is a buried treasure most Angelenos don't even know exists.
It seemed to me in 1971 that every American poet should have Wright's accent, like the sound of a small orchestra playing in a minor key in a distant room.
This week L.A. Letters picks up where last week's column left off, with a long list of special events, venues, and announcements related to National Poetry Month.