OLD SONG RECALLING THE WHITE-THROATED SWIFT
Most bears we’ve known have blown this scene:—upstream, as though to locate such cold springs as they prefer. Our cries of “We can wait! »
AFTER A LOT OF AGONIZING WE
*Wigging in, wigging out: when I stop to think the wires in my head cross: kaboom.* James Schuyler, *The Payne Whitney Poems* Yet we were rarely »
LIKE SENTRIES AT A WATER ELEMENT
*Help yourself. The sap rises. The trees leaf out and bloom.* James Schuyler, *Hymn to Life* So many clouds flew over, it seemed home, viewed through »
AT HAPPY HOLLOW, KINDA HANGING OUT
“They always keep a few black bears around, but safely out of sight, thus out of mind,” McCool yells, paddling in. “River’s not cold!” The »
A KENTISH PLOVER
*Did I say the stars will take care of us? I know it sounds funny, but that’s the way it is.* John Ashbery, *The Seventh »