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“A Brief for the Defense”
Jack Gilbert’s “A Brief for the Defense” is a beautiful poem about happiness amidst sorrow. Read it below at The Sun–scroll toward the end of the piece for the poem, or if you have extra time (ha!) read about his life and work, too, and some of his other poems.…
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“All things come to an end”
Today I offer what may be my favorite poem of all time, Ruth Stone’s “Train Ride.” I’ve posted this poem before, long ago, but it’s so perfect for this moment in history (and all moments) that I have to repost it. Last summer I memorized it at a tiny, lovely…
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Thanks
Hello friends, Thank you for all the emails and texts about my missing poems of the day! I took a break first because I went blank and now because I am writing something longer that isn’t ready. So in the meantime I’ll post some of my favorite poems for you.…
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6 Feet Distance
This is a found “poem” from this article by Helen Ouyang. (Please read.)
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Shelter in Place Day 16
unfinished Easter sonnet the poultry processing plant worker dead every morning more green buds the folk singer dead snow melting the trail to mud the neighbor’s mother’s mother dead the toilet paper factory worker has a fever the dental hygienist dead the city council closed down the river…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Days 14 & 15
Note: this poem is my attempt at a ghazal, a poem that uses a repeating end word and includes the author’s name in the last stanza. Read much more about the form here. What comes to me is silence so I stare at clouds. The air is filled with birdsong…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 13
The sun was setting and the moon was rising, the moon was almost full and shone large over the mesa, the sunset lengthened our shadows as we walked our regular route talking and laughing in the warm, barely-spring air, the dog was lunging at so many rabbits we decided to…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 12
The animals visit my dreams. The rabbit says if I freeze in fear, my fear will find me. The hawk caws take the long view. The horse lies down on my body. Okay, I say. I get it. Horse. The spider says, weave. The turtle says, slow. The mouse says…
Kimberly O'Connor 