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A Locked House by W. D. Snodgrass

As we drove back, crossing the hill, The house still Hidden in the trees, I always thought— A fool’s fear—that it might have caught Fire, someone could have broken in. As if things must have been Too good here. Still, … Continue reading

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Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell

(For Elizabeth Bishop) Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village; she’s in her dotage. Thirsting for … Continue reading

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Heart’s Needle by W. D. Snodgrass

For Cynthia When he would not return to fine garments and good food, to his houses and his people, Loingseachan told him, “Your father is dead.” “I’m sorry to hear it,” he said. “Your mother is dead,” said the lad. … Continue reading

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