Poet’s corner: Of love and a house

Rorschach Test Shoulder blades of a house, one left, one right; both browned by afternoon suns. ~ ~ ~ Mouths of two bedroom windows, opened wide. ~ ~ ~ The outline of my grandparents, my grandma smelling like coffee and lavender soap, their shapes still pressed in their beds. ~ ~ ~ Something said and phrased by the throat of a wren, a morning filled with the language and shape of vowels. ~~~ The dead profiles of a Ford and Buick left to rust in the bramble, one turning left, the other turning right. ~ ~ ~ M … (read more)

This month in poetry: Words through the darkness

Excerpted from September 1, 1939         By W.H. Auden All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State … (read more)

Video: Amanda Gorman reads her inauguration poem

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ055ilIiN4 Twenty-two-year-old poet Amanda Gorman read her poem, “The Hill We Climb” at the inauguration of President Joe Biden on January 20, 2021.  

Poetry: Threads of light and silver

Silver Solstice By Cindy Hill   Pale sun slides low across the silver sky and softly spins a thread of silver light to hold the force of day against the night, the all-entombing darkness to defy. Like mycorrhizal filaments through earth or water pulsing u … (read more)

Letter to the editor: Bristol resident waxes poetic about the season

Repeat the Sounding Joy. Repeat the Sounding Joy… I am stopped in my tracks by these timeless lyrics. Hoping they still mean there is something wonderful to repeat In our time, Something sorely needed.   “Repeat the Sounding Joy.” I find that joy doesn’t … (read more)

Jack Mayer wins prize for book of poetry

Living here in Addison County, it’s a fair guess that most of us like nature; many of us might even say we “love it.” Whatever it is, we’re all certainly thankful for it. And during this time of year, it seems fitting to recognize the things we cherish — … (read more)

This month in poetry: A cool autumn falling

Even Now   Even now, the lion sculpture at Frog Hollow,  the one made of so many old metal washers,  shines as best it can in the subdued light.  The water rushing over the falls sounds  its deep chords, playing off the wind  in the maple and linden trees … (read more)

Poetry: Back to school

For Addison County Teachers and Staff Nothing like the principal seeing you again, after so many months, walking down our school’s stairs. Looking up and saying “You look beautiful.” As if we had been prepping, putting on make-up, in between classes, in o … (read more)

Poem For the Jamaican Apple Pickers

Taken         for the pickers   The apples are used to those men, their hands, their songs. Used to rolling down   their arms into baskets. Into crates. Carted off to the cold, storage house.   This month most of them will drop on their own accord. Twist … (read more)

Letter to the editor: Reader reacts to intolerance with poetic license

Editor’s note: The writer responds to an item in the July 30 edition of the Independent with a poem. From “Statement on Hacking Incident at Middlebury Selectboard Meeting” July 28: “For the second time in as many weeks the Town has been confronted with th … (read more)

Letter to the editor: In honor of John Lewis

“Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.” — John Lewis, 2018 Good Trouble 1960, Nashville You, John, just twenty years old How dared you demand a seat at that color-sensitized counter? Your skin, the tone of di … (read more)

Letter to the editor: Another incident shows white people’s privilege

The We of Rayshard Brooks   Isn’t it a privilege to fall asleep in the front seat of your car,   pass out, some nights, from a night of drinking? And not worry.   Not worry you could wake-up dead. Having been found, and not asked just   to move along. Sha … (read more)

Letter to the editor: We will be alright

As I sit here, a grandmother and a great-grandmother, in the middle of this pandemic, a time we have never had to deal with before, I watch how it affects so many. There are so many questions, so many fears, so many rules to get used to, it’s frustrating … (read more)

Poetry: I’m Ashamed

I am ashamed at what has been happening in our nation lately, disregard for human life, property and safety.   I am ashamed at being born white, living in an affluent community, attending a proper New England boarding school, attending an Ivy League Unive … (read more)

Poetry: Housebound

Lucy Poduschnik, a seventh grade student at Middlebury Union Middle School wrote these two poems, Her words reflect the experience that she and many of her peers are having during the COVID-19 pandemic.    Housebound   I glance out the window hoping to se … (read more)