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Poem Of The Day

Old Hotels I have a pair of opera glasses gold rimmed in white ivory that sit on a shelf in my bedroom next to books I read as a child. The glasses have a straight handle long enough to fit … Continue reading

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Sonnet

Nothing was said about the “fit arguments for poetry,” and I recovered enough to begin writing again. I never felt fit enough to be living outdoors, and to lose access to my home, (and belongings). That never felt right to … Continue reading

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Sonnet

Another reason why the “Casa Guidi Windows” have received less appreciation than they deserve, both at the time of their completion and since, is that they stand rather apart from all the other types of church stained glass. They are … Continue reading

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Sonnet

It is true, as you say, that I know so “little” of you? And it is true, as others say, that the letters of an artist do not always seem real. I hear of the “old room,” and the “bells” … Continue reading

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Sonnet

I try to speak of my experience in this city sometimes, as an historical truth. I understand the situation that way to some extent as a newspaper reporter. I spent too many years, comparing statistics in books, and reading city … Continue reading

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Sonnet

My Aunt Grace walked into the kitchen, put her coat on the back of a chair and ate a doughnut. She told me she knew where the cookie jar was, and would follow me right into the pantry for more … Continue reading

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Sonnet

My mind carried me halfway up the lighthouse, for the sake of the view. There, I stopped and waited, and watched you finish the course alone — while I rested on a bench. Aspiration is not anything, either in literature … Continue reading

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