Monthly Archives: December 2016

A Ballad of Trees

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill — Complain no more; for these, my heart, Direct the random people of the streets Into rhythms of age and art. The lute’s fixed fret, that runs and plays — The strain … Continue reading

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The Mitfords: Letters Between Six Sisters

1 September 1962 7 rue Monsieur, VII Nancy to Deborah Dear Deb: 1. You saw the typescript & I altered everything you told me to. 2. She was delighted by Decca’s book which is far more outspoken & far less … Continue reading

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Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely

Pencils telling where the wind comes from open a story. Pencils telling where the wind goes end a story. These eager pencils come to a stop only when the stars high overhead come to a stop. [section] Was I not … Continue reading

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Sonnet: After The Alphabets

I am trying to decipher the language of love, They are voices of the future — Their vocabularies describe buildings I’ve never been in. They cannot instruct me in the dark, Or convey what they do not know, What is … Continue reading

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Notes from the Underground, or Seymour’s Notebooks

Hapworth 16, 1924 opens with a brief note by Buddy Glass introducing a long, long letter — the entire body of the story — from seven-year-old Seymour at summer camp to his vaudeville-touring family. The letter is start- ling not … Continue reading

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Sonnet

Between us I must shut the door, this Christmas Eve, when strange a whispered greeting is all we have. Faint pencil-marks that run down the church bulletin — a children’s crayon from long ago. Scoring the line, I love you … Continue reading

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Sonnet

There where the summit is┬ábare, or the world is bare, I thought to speak about what was on my mind. I saw an old country god high up on the mountain, Far up, learning on the summit slope. To broach … Continue reading

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