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Blackberries for Amelia by Richard Wilbur

Fringing the woods, the stone walls, and the lanes, Old thickets everywhere have come alive, Their new leaves reaching out in fans of five From tangles overarched by this year’s canes. They have their flowers too, it being June, And … Continue reading

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The Place I Want To Get Back To by Mary Oliver

is where in the pinewoods in the moments between the darkness and first light two deer came walking down the hill and when they saw me they said to each other, okay, this one is okay, let’s see who she … Continue reading

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