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On a recent afternoon walk, I heard an unseen owl call from somewhere off in the forest: "Hoo-hoo . . . hoo-hoo." This seemed to be a gentle inquiry, a tentative "How do you do?" After about ten...
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One Thing Leads to Another, Part Two: Two Poems on a Spring Day
Each morning, I read a poem. A long-time habit. I began a recent spring day with this: Tilling the field;From the temple among the trees, The funeral bell tolls.Buson (1716-1784) (translated...
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This modest (and, of late, fitful) undertaking owes its name to Edward Thomas. I expressed my thanks to him (accompanied by the touching elegy "To E. T.: 1917" written by his friend Walter de la Mare)...
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Journey
The swallows have departed. The tall, dry meadow grass rustles in the nearly empty air. Now and then a sparrow suddenly flutters up from beside the path, then flies off toward the trees surrounding...
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Autumn Into Winter
As I have mentioned here in the past, each day I read a poem in the morning and a poem in the evening. This was today's morning poem: Autumn EndsLost in vacant wonder...
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Suddenly
Over a lifetime, I have failed to give the moon the attention it deserves. But it is patient and forgiving, despite my faithlessness. Thus, in the first week of this month, as I was out walking at...
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