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75: A Physics by Heather McHugh


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When you get down to it, Earth has our own great ranges of feeling – Rocky, Smoky, Blue – and a heart that can melt stones. The still pools fill with sky, as if aloof, and we have eyes for all of this – and more, for Earth’s reminding moon. We too are ruled by

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74: Dome of the Hidden Temple by James Tate


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People were going about their chores. Some were eating lunch. Others, like me, were just standing around doing nothing, just taking in the scene. I saw a dozen ducks fly over low on their way to the pond. A policeman walked by swinging his club. The firemen were washing their fire truck. Margie walked out

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73: Peaches by Adrienne Su


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has to be maintained, or eaten in days. Obvious, but in my family, they went so fast, I never saw the mess that punishes delay. I thought everyone bought fruit by the crate, stored it in the coolest part of the house, then devoured it before any could rot. I’m from the Peach State, and

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72: Late Aubade by James Richardson


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So what do you think, Life, it seemed pretty good to me, though quiet, I guess, and unspectacular. It’s been so long, I don’t know any more how these things go. I don’t know what it means that we’ve had this time together. I get that the coffee, the sunlight on glassware, the Sunday paper

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71: The Red Poppy by Louise Gluck


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The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,

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70: Dharma by Billy Collins


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The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money or the keys to her doghouse never fails to fill the saucer of my heart with milky admiration. Who provides a finer example of a life without encumbrance— Thoreau in his curtainless hut with a

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69: Voyage by Carmen Tafolla


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I was the fourth ship. Behind Niña, Pinta, Santa María, Lost at sea while watching a seagull, Following the wind and sunset skies, While the others set their charts.   I was the fourth ship. Breathing in salt and flying with clouds, Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights, Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull,

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68: The Heat of Autumn by Jane Hirshfield


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The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider. One is a dock you walk out on, the other the spine of a thin swimming horse and the river each day a full measure colder. A man with cancer leaves his wife for his

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67: Doctor Scheef by Mark Halliday


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Doctor Scheef you probably tried hard in 1971 at your clinic in Bonn I assume you tried hard to save my mother with your regime of enzyme injections and 30 million units of Vitamin A but you did not save my mother— at best you gave her a little hope for a while though I

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66: Celestial Music by Louise Gluck


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I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God. She thinks someone listens in heaven. On earth she’s unusually competent. Brave too, able to face unpleasantness. We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it. I’m always

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