Isn’t the mythological Sphinx a woman? That’s what I thought, anyway. In Jared Carter’s poem by the same name, the Sphinx is an “it” — so it can’t be the pharoah Sphinx either, but whatever it is — here’s an excerpt from the poem

It lives on, and with each new day, asks
the old questions, of strangers passing by,
or even of itself. Often I have heard it
calling across the wastes, like a hot wind

and a link where you can read the rest, and a lot of other poems which are as beautifully presented as they are written.

Happy Birthday, Jared Carter.

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