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Brigit Pegeen Kelly

Blessed is the Field In the late heat the snakeroot and goldenrod run high, White and gold, the steaming flowers, green and gold, The acid-bitten leaves….It is good to say first An invocation. Though the words do not always Seem to work. Still, one must try. Bow your head. Cross your arms. Say: Blessed is… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Elegy · Poetry

Brigit Pegeen Kelly

Elegy Wind buffs the waterstained stone cupids and shakes Old rain from the pines’ low branches, small change Spilling over the graves the years have smashed With a hammer— forget this, forget that, leave no Stone unturned. The grass grows high, sweet-smelling, Many-footed, ever-running. No one tends it. No One comes….And where am I now?….… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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