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The Soul Selects

For Maryellen ~ The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate — Unmoved … Continue reading

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Crystal

For my mother born in Martindale, Texas, 1917 In all her seventy-five years, she never grew old. * The courage that my mother had Went with her, and is with her still: Rock from New England quarried; Now granite in a granite hill. The golden … Continue reading

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An Evening of Patience

I spent the evening at a performance of Gilbert and Sullivan’s Patience or, Bunthorne’s Bride and feel compelled to share. Patience is the story of two poets–Reginald Bunthorne, an idyllic poet; and Archibald Grosvenor, a fleshly poet–both of whom love Patience, the milkmaid. … Continue reading

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Quaint and Curious

“Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! “But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him and he at me, … Continue reading

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Armistice Day 1918: The 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short years ago We … Continue reading

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#ROW80 9/7 & September

After yesterday waiting for the plumber, plus today waiting for the doctor, plus anticipation of tomorrow again waiting for the plumber, I have run out of steam. I therefore turn the blog over to the greatest American poet. *  * … Continue reading

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Day 29: W. F. Ward, Confectioner, 1958

Out on the porch it’s August, But it’s cool inside and dim, one bulb suspending from a cord. A slim brunette holding a bottle of Royal Crown Cola Smiles down from above the mirror. In the back, where it’s dark … Continue reading

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Day 26: Emily, tippling

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten … Continue reading

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Day 25: Leaping greenly spirits

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~ e. e. cummings ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ … Continue reading

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Day 21: Guest blogger

Having much to do, including catching up with these posts, I welcome today’s guest blogger, Emily Dickinson. Image via Wikipedia Whenever anything is done for the first time, it releases a little demon. ~ E.D.

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