poetry
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Celebration of poetry begins in Bristol
Community members are invited to join in on a months-long celebration of poetry kicking off in Bristol this week.
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Goodbye to a poet who loved the outdoors
“Luci loved the natural world, and over her life as a poet she practiced what it meant to be attentive.”
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Poem: Living in Ripton, Vermont
“Rails/on a sleigh for the ride up to/Bread Loaf. Its rising mountain./ Its writers, porch-rocking, revising/their novels and poems, refusing/to correct a frozen typo.”
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Local teen preps for protest
A poem by Abigail Balon, 14, of Panton was published by the Young Writers Project last month.
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Poem: Broadway tunes and religious devotion can mix
“Better to donate what we can./Give away our hearts,/Be lifted. Tenor to soprano./The phantoms in our barns,/Love struck in Panton’s stones.”
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Poem: “After Class”
A poem in memory of Lia Smith.
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Novembering democracy
A poem from Gary Margolis.
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Listen: Father and son create new sounds
Cornwall family brings a new kind of sound that’s definitely worth a listen.
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Letter to the Editor: Reflecting on Israel and Palestine
“Who wouldn’t want/to be led back to their century/their tent their house of stones?”
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Jailed individuals speak through art & poems in Sheldon Museum exhibit
“Finding Hope Within” is a new exhibit at the Henry Sheldon Museum of Vermont History that features a collection of writings and artwork produced by incarcerated men and…
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Letter to the editor: Bard is needed to tell story of ‘no clothes’
Where is the woodcutter’s youngest son,/ the poor widow’s clever daughter? Surely/ somewhere there’s an enchanted sword, a prince/ in bear’s clothing, a talking cat, a key/ to…
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This month in poetry: In just a few words
In high-summer evening-light four barefoot Amish/ kids bend, pulling weeds from their garden./ My mother looks at them from the car window, smiles/ at the young woman on…
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Poetry: Note to the President
Let me note this morning I came/ across a coin, I thought, crossing/ Tully Road. Once a path for local/ soldiers. Farmers mostly. And nut/ gatherers. Its face…
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Poetry: Power? — Control?
So you want power?/ You want control?/ And when you have it?/ And when people all over/ are living in fear and hate?/ What then will they think…
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Poetry: In changing times, Fenway Park’s mystique remains
Never thought you’d sing/ her name./ A girl you never knew. Swaying/ with a stadium of strangers…
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Poetry: Cory’s Song
Not that you or I couldn’t have stood/ on our feet. For twenty-four hours./ Speaking impassionately./ Sat in a chair. Lain in a bed./ Reading words cast on…