Tag Archives: American Poets

the day is yet one more yellow leaf

 

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It’s Edgar Allan Poe Season

Here in North America we are all diving into the Halloween season with abandon this year in a vain effort to avoid the constant daily reminders of the slow motion demise of Democracy. Even without the the need to distract … Continue reading →

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Acquainted with the night rain

Robert Frost 1928  

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The Power of Place

Wendell Berry and Annie Dillard: The Power of Place When Wendell Berry (August 31) and Annie Dillard (September 16) recently died we lost two significant voices who lifted up the power of creation. They were significant influences on my work … Continue reading →

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Everyone’s trying to figure out where to go next

THE CURRENT DILEMMA Kim Addonizio Everyone’s trying to figure out where to go next. California was good until some of it was swept into a furnace, the rest suspended next to a target over a carnival dunk tank. Nothing is … Continue reading →

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my act of being imperturbable

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Sunday is NOT Monday Eve

. Italy has launched a huge new hiking trail crossing six of its regions , their version of the Camino de Santiago that traces the Saint’s walk across Italy and finishes in Assisi. I am the world’s least religious person, but … Continue reading →

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Prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow

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Lately, the weather aches

TRULY PATHETIC Neal Bowers Lately, the weather aches; the air is short of breath, and morning stumbles in, stiff-jointed. Day by day, the sun bores the sky, until the moon begins its tiresome disappearing act, making the oceans yawn. Even … Continue reading →

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Eventide

Mary Ruefle erasure of Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Carl Jung once wrote: “Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths … Continue reading →

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