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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First Day of Spring at The Tree

Just finished posting the new poems for Spring, 2016 with a full moon rising over the River to the East and an orange and pink sunset to the West. Standing in the remnants of this morning’s Nor’easter’s snowfall but enjoying the daffodils and crocuses opening along the banks of the River. The new poems include […]

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