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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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American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Brigit Pegeen Kelly

[A]nd the unveiled figure Of the self stepping unclothed, sweetly stripped Of its leaf, into starlight, and the shadow of night, The cold water warm around the narrow ankles, The body at its most weightless, a thing so durable It will–like the carved stone figures holding up The temple roof–stand and remember its gods Long… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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

Brigit Pegeen Kelly

Plants Fed On by Fawns All the flowers: the pleated leaves of the hellebore; And the false blossom of the calla, a leaf like a petal— The white flesh of a woman bathing— a leaf over- Shadowing the small flowers hidden in the spadix; And fly poison, tender little flower, whose cursed root Pounded into… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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