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Baron Wormser

Baron Wormser is the author of twenty books.

Poems and Essays:

A Wishful Poem

For Raymond Lévy; Brief; Night; Apartment Towers, Manhattan; NFL Poem; Selfie; The New Wave; Dasein: Baron Wormser

Self-Portrait with Ball; Lament for an Accountant (1959); A Memorable Occasion: Opening the Doors; At the orphanage Lee told another kid that; On a Contemporary Locution: Baron Wormser

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I believe that Washington is the place in the world where money—or the absence of it, matters least. It is very queer and yet extremely pleasant: informal, familiar, heterogeneous, good-natured, essentially social and conversational, enormously big and yet extremely provincial, indefinably ridiculous and yet eminently agreeable…. The sky is blue, the sun is warm, the women are charming, and at dinners the talk is always general.

— Henry James, 1882

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