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It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm
The wind, broken and wild,
Judy Jordan
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
Four Poems
The word for light is light
Olga Maslova
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
Pick Me Up
the words love you, friend
Eleni Sikelianos
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Lament Sunburns
The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle
Bradford Tice
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
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