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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Trees by W. S. Merwin

TREES By W. S. Merwin I am looking at trees they may be one of the things I will miss most from the earth though many of the ones I have seen already I cannot remember and though I seldom embrace the ones I see and have never been able to speak with one I […]

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Late Spring by W. S. Merwin

LATE SPRING W. S. Merwin Coming into the high room again after years after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies after losses and feet on stairs after looking and mistakes and forgetting turning there thinking to find no one except those I knew finally I saw you sitting in white already […]

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My Friends Don’t Get Buried, Edward Hirsch

My Friends Don’t Get Buried By Edward Hirsch My friends don’t get buried in cemeteries anymore, their wives can’t stand the sadness of funerals, the spectacle of wreaths and prayers, tear-soaked speeches delivered from the altar, all those lies and encomiums, the suffocating smell of flowers filling everything. No more undertakers in black suits clutching […]

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