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My Obituary
Will it merit a full column in The Post or The Times
Linda Pastan
From Rainer Maria Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus / The Sonnets to Orpheus translated from German by John Rosenwald
O fountain-mouth, you gift-giver, you mouth
Rainer Maria Rilke
Three Poems
You suckered me, Legs—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Untitled
But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
Unified Theory
The night is blue and staggered with stars.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Whatever Alights
A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,
Betsy Sholl
My Groundhog
I had a groundhog in my back yard.
Gardner McFall
Nocturne
Last night a barred owl swept across the road,
John Hoppenthaler
NOTES ON SILENCE
The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.
DeWitt Henry
America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
A Bookstore in Hay-on-Wye
In a Tudor castle now a vast used bookstore in Hay-on-Wye
Andrei Codrescu
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