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Monthly Archives: October 2016
Sonnet
My Poetry is whatever I think I am, (Can I be light & weightless as a sail?) Heavy & clunking like black boots.) I Can Be Any- Thing I Can. I make a poetry with what I feel is useful … Continue reading
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& I have forgotten all the things you told me to love, to understand
When they say, “It is the King who is dead?” I wonder who will they mean. What we have created, is ourselves as heroes, as lovers, launching against tyranny. As Dialogues with the soul, with the self, Selves, living with … Continue reading
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Great Village
It must be Nova Scotia; only there does one see gabled wooden houses — painted that awful shade of brown. Heaven’s, I recognize the place, I know it. It’s behind — I can almost remember the farmer’s name. His barn … Continue reading
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Thou Shalt Know Him When He Comes
Thou shalt know him when he comes, not by any din of drums, nor his manners, nor his airs, nor by any thing he wears. Thou shalt know him when he comes, not by any din of drums, nor his … Continue reading
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Sonnet
Here we, in our impatience of the steps, Get back to the beginning of beginnings — Some say existence like a Pirouette And Pirouette, forever in one place, Stand still and dance. It is time, Strength, light, life … Continue reading
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Childhood Heroes
When I was in High School, I read biographies in the High School library. I read the books about Amelia Earhart and Helen Keller many times. Now I look at their photos again. I know more about their faces now, … Continue reading
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Music in Willa Cather’s Fiction
Sonnet Music is everywhere in Willa Cather’s fiction: as a subject, in the background, slyly commenting on the action, connecting characters to a distant world, or revealing their interior worlds. Not merely incidental or ornamental, … Continue reading
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