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Some Thoughts, July 13 – 19

… Afternoon Wind by Charles Burchfield (1951). … … Fireflies Like smoldering tips of sticks or coals they glow in the grass. Light over all begins to go. Night like a swooping bat comes down the clouds and the white … Continue reading

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In my words, July 15 – 21

… I recently came across a poem by Baudelaire I’d translated in my thirties; it had been lying on a shelf in the dark between closed pages all but forgotten, then there it was, and seemed to fit the weather, … Continue reading

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In my words, April 29 – May 5

… My mother used to have a plaque on the wall; I think it was made of wrought iron, painted black with white and red lettering if I remember correctly that said: ……Make new friends. ……Keep the old. ……One is … Continue reading

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In my words, April 15 – 21

… When I got home from work Monday afternoon, the news from Boston came over the Internet and spread so quickly that when I went to teach my evening class at PS 188, the security guards were talking about it. … Continue reading