The One Day by Donald Hall

The One Day by Donald Hall Smoke rises all day from two chimneys above us. You stand by the stove looking south, through bare branches of McIntosh, Spy, and Baldwin. You add oak logs to the fire you built at six in the castiron stove. At the opposite end of the same house, under another […]

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The House in Winter by Jane Hirshfield

The House in Winter by Jane Hirshfield Here, in the year’s late tidewash, a corner cupboard suddenly wavers in low-flung sunlight, cupboard never quite visible before. Its jars of last summer’s peaches have come into their native gold—- not the sweetness of last summer, but today’s, fresh from the tree of winter. The mouth swallows […]

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This House by Robert Creeley

This House by Robert Creeley Such familiar space out there, the window frame’s locating focus I could walk holding on to through air from here to there, see it where now fog’s close denseness floats the hedgerow up off apparent ground, the crouched, faint trees lifting up from it, and more close down there in […]

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Visions at 74 by Frank Bidart

Visions at 74 BY FRANK BIDART The planet turns there without you, beautiful. Exiled by death you cannot touch it. Weird joy to watch postulates lived out and discarded, something crowded inside us always craving to become something glistening outside us, the relentless planet showing itself the logic of what is buried inside it. To […]

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