Poetry
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Poetry: My bugle, my flag
The state suggests I bring in my bird/ feeders./ If I don’t want to find myself/ staring into two dark eyes./ If I have enough courage./ To step…
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Young Writers Project: Tatum Raphael
This week’s featured poet, Tatum Raphael of Vergennes, writes about a climber drawing from an inner well of strength to scale the height of an icy cliff face…
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The month in poetry: Across the universe
a light sparkles/ a tiny diamond/ from a house/ across the river/ through winter woods/ the other side of town…
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This month in poetry: To drive the fields of heaven
I was driving through the fields of Heaven when I realized I was still on Earth, because Earth was all I had ever known of Heaven and no other…
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Poetry: At the vigil
No one could say who they were./ The men at the perimeter./ Why they appeared in uniforms./ Seemed to be wearing badges/ stitched into their shirts./ At this…
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Poet’s corner: Most of the time…
Most of the time the dark waters will rise,/ then fall into sun and birdsong, everything/ glistening, vivid as broken glass in fresh mud…
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Poetry: The substance of things hoped for
The Rose of Sharon/ and the Trumpet Vine/ are always the last to leaf out./ Everything else is green —/ has been since the end of April.
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Poetry: Without retiring
For Peter Lebenbaum and his long service with the Counseling Service of Addison County.
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Poet’s corner: A few small stones
It was twilight all day./ Sometimes the smallest things weigh us down,/ small stones that we can’t help/ admiring and palming.
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Poet’s corner: The fields of Ripton
A Poet, In a Field Near Robert Frost’s Cabin, Lifts Enormous Boulders with his Mind
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Poet’s Corner: A different kind of blue
All that is beautiful/ that slips away––/ a December night/ that before was November/ and September and before that,/ July when days were blue silver/ waves we swam…
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Poetry: The storm before Christmas
The storm before Christmas and all through the house/ No appliance was whirring, not even a mouse
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Poet’s corner: Look me up in the field guide under blissful
There’s something to be said for banality,/ the way it keeps everything on a level plane,/ one cliché blithely following another/ like cows heading toward the pasture.
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This month in poetry: To Raise a Simple Prayer
A saturated meadow,/ Sun-shaped and jewel-small,/ A circle scarcely wider/ Than the trees around were tall…
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Poet to read new work in Brandon
On Friday, May 20, from 7-8:30 p.m., The Compass Music and Arts Center, Park Village in Brandon will present an evening with acclaimed poet Paul Christensen.
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Poet’s corner: To come alive in spring
These words in this poem by James Crews help us feel the energy and strength of the little coltsfoot flower rising up, or of the many other things…