Monthly Archives: December 2018

Feeling a bit Grinchy

But here is a holiday poem–may it bring you a glee too fine to hear. Holly The hollybush flowers small whites (become of course berries) four tiny petals turned back and four anthers stuck out: the pistil low & honey-high: … Continue reading

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Brief history lesson

I remember Frost’sĀ fumbling at Kennedy’s inauguration–an old man then, and the first poet to be asked to read at such an event–such a different time. When asked to recite a poem, this was Frost’s response: “If you can bear at … Continue reading

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Something about writing

I have been reading Randall Jarrell’s “Fifty Years of American Poetry,” an impressive essay, but it made me somehow wonder if all the books–those hours and years of work–won’t someday be winnowed down to a few kept in the basement … Continue reading

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