The Writer by Richard Wilbur

The Writer by Richard Wilbur In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story. I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys Like a chain hauled over a gunwale. Young as she is, […]

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For What Mends Us, Jane Hirshfield

For What Binds Us BY JANE HIRSHFIELD There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they’ve been set […]

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Pokeberries, Ruth Stone

Pokeberries Ruth Stone I started out in the Virginia mountains with my grandma’s pansy bed and my Aunt Maud’s dandelion wine. We lived on greens and back-fat and biscuits. My Aunt Maud scrubbed right through the linoleum. My daddy was a Northerner who played drums and chewed tobacco and gambled. He married my mama on […]

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