Astringency by Ted Hughes

Astringency // Ted Hughes I always think of the Charles River Frozen. The word ‘Astringency’ Was the cant for years. Slackly I strolled there. A big event: A million dead worms Littering the lawny grass along the walkway. Modern times had caught them up And overtaken. String ends Too short to be saved. The cindery […]

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Entrance by Rainer Maria Rilke

Entrance By Rainer Maria Rilke Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the far-off: whoever you are. With your eyes, which in their weariness barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, you lift very slowly one black tree and place it […]

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Sounds of The Winter by Walt Whitman

Sounds of the Winter Walt Whitman Sounds of the winter too, Sunshine upon the mountains-many a distant strain From cheery railroad train-from nearer field, barn, house The whispering air-even the mute crops, garner’d apples, corn, Children’s and women’s tones-rhythm of many a farmer and of flail, And old man’s garrulous lips among the rest, Think […]

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October by Louise Gluck

October by Louise Glück 1. Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury […]

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Wild Geese by Wendell Berry

The Wild Geese Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer’s end. In time’s maze over fall fields, we name names that went west from here, names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in the […]

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