An Ode to Levon

From the desk of Ned P. Rauch:

We at the Ten Dollar Radio Show are huge fans of Levon Helm, so it was a kick to open the most recent issue of the New Yorker and find this poem, by Tracy K. Smith. The last stanza gets it just right: "You know how, shoulders hiked nice and high, chin tipped back, So the song has to climb its way out like a man from a mine."

(Eustace Tilley paying us a call from the New Yorker's Web site.)