Diane Seuss; or when is a sonnet not a sonnet?

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Not to change the subject, but I'm going back to Diane Suess long enough to mention I'm almost done reading her first book of poems Wolf Lake, White Gown Blown Open, and she is a marvel.  One of the poems is a guilty pleasure, called The Cooked Goose, about the "rule" that a poet shouldn't write a poem about writing a poem, for which I've been criticized on Pig Pen.  But they are all good poems.

I guess no one wants to talk about her sonnet or not sonnet.  I would have been a poor TV programmer.