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Eleanor Ross Taylor : 1920-2011

When I was two feet tall
and held the hand above,
how could I know
how far that limping bond would go,
that finger-inch of love.

A beautiful poem by Eduardo C. Corral : In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes

A snippet from Yusef Komunyakaa “An island is one…counterweight to the stars.”

2 poems from Karen An-Hwei Lee, deeply mysterious : Song-Riddle: Asian Box Turtle and Song of the Oyamel

From William Empson:

The coxcomb bird, so talkative and grave,
Who from his cage calls cuckold, whore, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.

Vera Pavlova’s notebook is not to be missed. A fav:

“How do I feel about people who do not understand my poetry? I understand them.”

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