In the Summer Kitchen, Donald Hall

In June’s high light she stood at the sink With a glass of wine, And listened for the bobolink, And crushed garlic in late sunshine. I watched her cooking, from my chair. She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips. “It’s ready now. Come on,” she said. “You light […]

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The Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall

Ox Cart Man Donald Hall In October of the year, he counts potatoes dug from the brown field, counting the seed, counting the cellar’s portion out, and bags the rest on the cart’s floor. He packs wool sheared in April, honey in combs, linen, leather tanned from deerhide, and vinegar in a barrel hoped by […]

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Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy

WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, 5 On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, […]

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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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