Late March (Edward Hirsch Poems)
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
All winter the fire devoured everything --tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers.When April finally arrived,I opened the woodstove one ...
Why is everything I do in my life like a boomerang?I throw the paper airplane out the windowand the wind ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to ...
I dream the Florida of <i>Body Heat</i>With Kathleen Turner twisting in her dress,Wind chimes unsettling my sweaty sleepAnd lovers marinating ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
The bodies we live in walking the earth handmade jars filled with love the treasure we carry the gift of ...
Blocks of snow, piled higher and higher building a wall, a ring a start of an igloo, a fort, a ...
We started a new tradition tonight, after the service, on our table, the table where we sit as a family ...
Cod cakes, handmade with her hands butter, egg, potato and cod, in wooden boxes salted and saved for our dinner ...
Broken lines, walls in need of mending What would Frost say, or his good neighbor, behind mended walls? New England ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Incarnate devil in a talking snake, The central plains of Asia in his garden, In shaping-time the circle stung awake, ...
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