Maya Angelou (with Grover), a perplexed John Ashbery, a very pleased-looking Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Marie Ponsot with a bow.But the prize goes to...Anne Stevenson?
Watch this, and tell me you don't want one. Impossible.I don't care whether you like her poetry or T. S. Eliot, but after seeing this, you should realize that she is hands-down the cutest poet on the market. I want to squeal.
