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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
Sometimes I wonder at my wife's forbearance. She's heard me tell the same stories dozens of times, and she still politely laughs when she should. Here's a poem by Susan Browne, of California, that treats an oft-told story with great tenderness.
On Our Eleventh Anniversary
You're telling that story again about your childhood,
when you were five years old and rode your blue bicycle
from Copenhagen to Espergaerde, and it was night
and snowing by the time you arrived,
and your grandparents were so relieved to see you,
because all day no one knew where you were,
you had vanished. We sit at our patio table under a faded green
umbrella, drinking wine in California's blue autumn,
red stars of roses along the fence, trellising over the roof
of our ramshackle garage. Too soon the wine glasses will be empty,
our stories told, the house covered with pine needles the wind
has shaken from the trees. Other people will live here.
We will vanish like children who traveled far in the dark,
stars of snow in their hair, riding to enchanted Espergaerde.
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View/Edit Poetry with Ellen Bass, Laux & Millar
THE PERSONAL UNIVERSE - Dorianne Laux: What makes your voice your own? What makes it uniquely yours? How does a poem create a feeling of intimacy with the reader? How can we make our poems daring, distinctive, unmistakably ours? Using the poems of Ruth Stone, a poet who is adept in all these matters, as examples, we'll practice writing poems that discover and reflect our personal universe.
THE LIST POEM--Ellen Bass: Lists are irresistible. There were lists in the library of Alexandria and they've continued from the Bible to Homer, from the Elizabethans to Whitman, from Cole Porter to us. Writing a list poem can be a lot of fun because once you've got your theme, you can just keep thinking up more and more and more. We'll look at a few list poems from the past and some contemporary catalogues, learning techniques to keep the tension high and the poem alive.
Please join us if:
View/Edit Exciting News from Red Hen Press
- NEW Red Hen Press Website!!
- Hello All!
- We're very excited to be so close to launching the new site. At this stage, we need your help to populate all the information. Please follow the directions below and enter in all your information. If you have questions, please feel free to email me. I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible, but please keep in mind this email is going to 200+ people so it might take me a little bit to answer questions. Also, just in case you're wondering, the information below leads you to the admin site not the actual Red Hen site. Once your information is entered it will send an automatic notification to me for approval, then feed to the actual site (which won't be ready for viewing until the end of the month), the final site will look professional and gorgeous and will proudly display your title(s).
- Thank you for your patience! Please visit:
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- Thanks again!
Kindest regards,
*****Please note my office hours are Monday- Thursday 9-6*****Steph Opitz
Operations and Marketing Manager
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View/Edit Avotcja at Yoshi's
join us & get your dose of Musical/Poetic medicine
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8PM $10 Cover
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¡Vengan todos & tell everyone to tell everyone!
www.Avotcja.com
View/Edit Deborah Digges, RIP
I was saddened to learn of the death (click to read obituary) of Deborah Digges, a fine poet and Professor at Tufts University. She died, of suicide, after jumping off a stadium on Friday.
Here is one of her lovely poems.
The Birthing
Call out the names in the procession of the loved.
Call from the blood the ancestors here to bear witness
to the day he stopped the car,
we on our way to a great banquet in his honor.
In a field a cow groaned lowing, trying to give birth,
what he called front leg presentation,
the calf comes out nose first, one front leg dangling from his mother.
A fatal sign he said while rolling up the sleeves
of his dress shirt, and climbed the fence.
I watched him thrust his arms entire
into the yet to be, where I imagined holy sparrows scattering
in the hall of souls for his big mortal hands just to make way.
With his whole weight he pushed the calf back in the mother
and grasped the other leg tucked up like a closed wing
against the new one's shoulder.
And found a way in the warm dark to bring both legs out
into the world together.
Then heaved and pulled, the cow arching her back,
until a bull calf, in a whoosh of blood and water,
came falling whole and still onto the meadow.
We rubbed his blackness, bloodying our hands.
The mother licked her newborn, of us oblivious,
until he moved a little, struggled.
I ran to get our coats, mine a green velvet cloak,
and his a tuxedo jacket, and worked to rub the new one dry
while he set out to find the farmer.
When it was over, the new calf suckling his mother,
the farmer soon to lead them to the barn,
leaving our coats just where they lay
we huddled in the car.
And then made love toward eternity,
Without a word drove slowly home. And loved some more.
-- Deborah Digges
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