Letter to the editor: A poetic rejoinder to the Mead Chapel controversy

Swooping down, a righteous vulture/ Points his talons at “Cancel Culture”/ Enough! he squawks, leave the pastard be/ Let wrongs live on in history…

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.

Poetry: Without retiring

For Peter Lebenbaum and his long service with the Counseling Service of Addison County.

Poet’s Corner: How light travels

I was going to explain why I’m repelled by children/ who have been taught to say all the right things/ about Edward Hopper’s night café—some paintings/ need to be earned and this is one of them— but here,/ instead, are three stanzas about Iceland.

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.

Pulitzer Prize-winning poet gives talk in Middlebury

Middlebury College Axinn Center for the Humanities will present “The Weight of History” a poetry reading and talk by Tracy K. Smith on March 15, at 4:30 p.m., in Wilson Hall of McCullough Student Center. 

Poet’s corner: The fields of Ripton

A Poet, In a Field Near Robert Frost’s Cabin, Lifts Enormous Boulders with his Mind

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 through.

Poetry: The storm before Christmas

The storm before Christmas and all through the house/ No appliance was whirring, not even a mouse

Poet’s corner: This talk of tanagers and trees

If I remember the lake yesterday, the tanager/ deep in the woods, it feels like a memory/ lost in a series of new ones, each singular event/ simply a tanager in a tree. 

Get ‘Entangled’ in poetry by local pediatrician

When Jack Mayer is walking alone on the Long Trail, he carries a small notebook — a place to jot down whatever comes to his mind.

Poetry: Midterms

Here in Cornwall, my small town/ in Vermont, a precinct of deer/ and leaves, I like to think/ Of my neighbors who are likely/ to volunteer for anything. 

Hancock poet publishes her first collection

After her mother died in 2014, Margaret Rogal came across a small packet of notebooks and letters that her father, Robert Silliman Judd, wrote in 1909 when he was 22 during a six-month visit to his uncle Elmer Judd’s farm in Cando, N.D.

Poet’s corner: To follow the light on down

follow sun/ breaking through sky-edged mountains/ into the heart of a stone fruit

Enjoy an evening of poetry with the Jacksons

The Rochester Public Library will host an evening of poetry with two special guests, Major Jackson and Didi Jackson, on Saturday, Oct. 1, at 6 p.m.

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