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Matt Potter 1:30 p.m., Sept. 18
Poetry
Feisty like Anne of Green Gables
September, I Feel (Verse Libre), In the Days of the Goldenrod
Feisty like Anne of Green Gables
Two poems
All Lovely Things and Music I Heard
All Lovely Things All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that’s now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by. Fine ladies soon are ...
Two poems
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.
Sonnet Reversed Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon! Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures, Settled at Balham by ...
Three poems
A single fruit had clung to leafless limbs
Persimmon A single fruit had clung to leafless limbs The entire month of ice and freezing rain. It split in places round, as though seed comes Out of season anyway and could retain Some power ...
A poem for August
The voluntary obstinacy of flight
August This was its promise, held to faithfully: The early morning sun came in this way Until the angle of its saffron beam Between the curtains and the sofa lay, And with its ochre heat ...
Three baseball poems
The official machine streaming Safe! or Out!
Readying the Field His tractor tugs dirt in a circle, combs through clods as solid as baseballs, then hoes the whole again, signaling the mound a bull’s eye. Only then does he tip his stare ...
A poem by Ben Doller
Turbocharged Direct Injection
Turbocharged Direct Injection times poetry seems insufficient, say in the morning, swaddled in poly, contorting to prove your recollections exist in alphabetical order, or distinguishing you, you are free and capable of feeling total betrayal, ...
Three sonnets by Edward Dowden
"In July," "In the Cathedral" and "Leonardo’s 'Mona Lisa'”
In July Why do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green depths and lawny solitudes The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend Now from ...
A poem for July
July I and July II
July I Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o’er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching dew; Summer crown! o’er glen and glade Shrinking hyacinths in their shade; I welcome ...
