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Afternoon Respite

Afternoon Respite July afternoons blaze gold and bright like the glow of her favorite gown. Not a breeze to break the baking heat in her dusty garden She retreats to the cool green bank of the sofa to dip her tired brain into the brisk stream of a story, paddle her fingers in the flowing […]

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The Echo

The rose-gold world resounds with end of day gladness. The sky stretched like a canvas waiting to be filled with calling birds winging home to their roosts. The grass’s green glimmers with gilt while sentinel trees have darkened their cloaks, looming shoulder to shoulder, black and grey shadows. And she, unaware that she is glowing […]

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Ave Maria on the Lake

Ave Maria on the Lake A raft full of sheep is a strange sort of temple; yet this is where the morning bell finds them, golden notes carrying across golden water in the golden dawn. They bow their heads, and pray the familiar words, recalling how the angel of the Lord appeared to the virgin […]

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Bonne Maman

    Bonne Maman In the dim room she has a light to read by. One foot rocks the cradle as she turns the pages of her book. The lamp burns more brightly than you’d think and she’s covered the cot with a blanket to block the lamp’s light and the drafts. Until she thinks […]

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To Any Reader

To Any Reader by Robert Lewis Stevenson As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on […]

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Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines

by Pablo Neruda translated by W. S. Merwin Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. […]

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To Hear an Oriole Sing

A poem which is currently taped to the cupboard above the toaster oven. Has been for at least six months. I still haven’t managed to memorize it, but I’ve spent some time pondering it, at least. To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the […]

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For the Time Being

an excerpt from the Flight into Egypt section of For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio by W.H. Auden I posted this two years ago and fell in love with it and went and bought the book. And I still haven’t finished reading the whole thing because, honestly, it drags. And this might be the […]

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