A poem by this author tells its addressee, "We are on each other's hands who care. Both of our worlds un- handed us," and concludes with the request, "Hover, utter, still, a sourcing whom my lost candle like the firefly loves." This poet wrote, "My daughter's heavier. Light leaves are flying," in a poem that follows one about want- ing to dig up the grave of his father, who committed suicide when his son was eleven. Another of his poems begins by declaring, "Life, friends, is boring." This author's collection His Toy, His Dream, His Rest expanded to 385 poems his set of 18-line poems about an 
A poem by this author tells its addressee, "We are on each other's hands who care. Both of our worlds un- handed us," and concludes with the request, "Hover, utter, still, a sourcing whom my lost candle like the firefly loves." This poet wrote, "My daughter's heavier. Light leaves are flying," in a poem that follows one about want- ing to dig up the grave of his father, who committed suicide when his son was eleven. Another of his poems begins by declaring, "Life, friends, is boring." This author's collection His Toy, His Dream, His Rest expanded to 385 poems his set of 18-line poems about an alter ego named Henry. For 10 points, name this suicidal Ameri- can poet of Homage to Mistress Bradstreet and The Dream Songs.