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Kevin’s Much Loved Poems–“Lead,” “Unto a Broken Heart,” and “Hello, Heart”

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This continues the series of columns that highlight a much-loved poem and presents other poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. This week features “Lead,” by Mary Oliver. The second related poem is by Emily Dickinson; the third is one of mine. The complete Poetry Foundation entry on Mary Oliver is available at Poetry Foundation: […]

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Kevin’s Much-Loved Poems: “Oatmeal,” “Dinky,” and “Jabberwocky”

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This continues a series of columns that feature a much-loved poem and a poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. This week’s poem is “Oatmeal,” written by Galway Kinnell in the late 1980s. The two poems that resonate with Galway’s are “Dinky” by Theodore Roethke and “Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll. Kinnell was Poet

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Travel

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You could learn a lesson from clouds— so willing to travel with the wind. You could learn a lesson from highways threading through the West like questions asking themselves endlessly. You could follow one road those nights when the moon brightens the sky, rising above the tilt of the earth, shining the sun’s light onto

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I Wake Up Angry with Raymond Carver: For Maryann Burk Carver

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I wake up angry with Raymond Carver(whom I love, who is long dead and cannot suffer my anger,cannot even pour me gin or offer cigarettes),for bestowing literary domain on Tess Gallagher.Tess had nothing to do with it.She showed up late to his curly, black hair and meticulous prose. It was Maryann, who traded her sixteen

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Never Departed

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When the summer breeze blows warm across my face, I will come to you through the slanting light and watch you paint the picture you said you always would. We’ll capture the moment in a silent instant and hold it for as long as memory serves, untouched by heartbreak, with nothing left to hide, in

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