Month: June 2017

It could always be worse

  Things by Fleur Adcock There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand […]

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What’s down in the basement

  The Door by Franz Wright   Going to enter the aged horizontal cellar door   (the threshing leaves, the greenish light of the approaching storm)   you suddenly notice you’re opening the cover of an enormous book.   One that’s twice as big as you are—   but you know all about that:   […]

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A poem to take on vacation

At a rest stop somewhere along the Ohio Turnpike:   Vacation by Wendell Berry Once there was a man who filmed his vacation. He went flying down the river in his boat with his video camera to his eye, making a moving picture of the moving river upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly toward […]

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De-hoarding de poems

This is a picture of the jam jars in my pantry. I count thirteen and that doesn’t include the outpost colony of orange marmalade and apricot preserves that live in the back of my refrigerator.   The jars have sat unused for at least a year, some much longer. If it were up to my […]

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