The Eagle & Child

Came across these during some morning “fun” (i.e. non-assignment) reading this morning. II I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will. * * * IV What consolation it [...]

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Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird– equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind [...]

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With a little work It continues to the quick– Now! Not then; not dead.

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From Keillor’s Good Poems for Hard Times. In the tradition of Ogden Nash. Carnation Milk -anonymous Carnation Milk is the best in the land; Here I sit with a can in my hand– No tits to pull, no hay to pitch, You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.

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I’d like to read more poetry. It’s not a resolution for the year, but simply something I’ve wanted to do for some time. The problem was I didn’t know where to start and my university education had inadvertently discouraged me from reading poetry. Studying quite a bit of modernist literature and criticism (such as T.S. Eliot) [...]

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Earth’s crammed with Heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes— The rest sit ’round it and pluck blackberries. –Elizabeth Browning

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