By David Montgomery
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, March 22, 2008; Page C01
The poets are in town. Dozens -- no, hundreds. Hundreds of poets. Can you imagine? They are everywhere.
In long, disheveled columns, they are prowling Langston Hughes's old neighborhood around U Street NW. They are eating catfish at Busboys and Poets (where else?) and quoting Hughes, Shelley and Whitman back and forth -- "Through me many long dumb voices" -- over the hummus and merlot.