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Edna St. Vincent Millay

When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember  When the year grows old—October—November—  How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky,And turn from the window  With a little sharp sigh.  And often when the brown leaves  Were brittle on the ground,And the wind in the chimney … Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay


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Barbara Crooker

Praise the light of late November,the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;though they are clothed in night, they do notdespair. Praise what little there’s left:the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadowof dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,the remains of… Continue reading Barbara Crooker

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Silent friend of many distances,feel how your breath is still expanding space. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “29″ of The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Series, Duino Elegies and the Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. A. Poulin, Jr. (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)

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Matt Goodfellow

Something’s moving in,I hear the weather in the wind,sense the tension of a sheep-fieldand the pilgrimage of fins.Something’s not the same,I taste the sap and feel the grain,hear the rolling of the rowanringing, singing in a change.Something’s set to start,there’s meadow-music in the darkand the clouds that shroud the mountainslowly, softly start to part. —… Continue reading Matt Goodfellow

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