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526 |
Weather Words |
The garden waited to be covered, |
Poetry Now |
1980 |
gardening, winter |
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527 |
Consider a Poem |
If I speak to explain myself |
Stone Country |
1980 |
poetry, communication |
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528 |
Espaliered on a Wailing Wall |
Farmland lacks immunity to the |
Wascana Review |
1980 |
nature, cities |
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529 |
An In-Between Time |
He hasn't quite left her, |
Poetry Now |
1980 |
divorce, change |
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530 |
Lack of Seed Power |
He drooped like a wilted flower |
Harper's Bazaar |
1980 |
impotence, regret |
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531 |
It Might Be True |
When we kids complained about |
English Journal |
1980 |
childhood, superstition |
Planting Red Geraniums: Discovered Poems of James Hearst |
Planting Red Geraniums 39. |
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532 |
Melancholy at Night |
Each evening at bedtime |
Poetry View |
1980 |
death, loss |
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533 |
Kelly's Woods |
Kelly’s Woods—our picnic grounds |
Time Like a Furrow: Essays |
1981 |
family, childhood |
Planting Red Geraniums: Discovered Poems of James Hearst |
Planting Red Geraniums 40-42. |
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534 |
Subscription to Salvation |
What do you know, |
Wormwood Review |
1981 |
religion, solicitation |
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535 |
How Good is Good Enough |
He must have read whatever signs |
Poetry Now |
1981 |
homelessness, distinctions |
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536 |
Survival [1] |
Lightning hit the poplar tree |
Poetry Scope |
1981 |
trees, perseverance |
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537 |
Improve the View |
Why don't you decorate |
Nebraska Review |
1981 |
religion, mortality |
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538 |
There is Time to Be Cheerful |
On the back steps |
Skylark |
1981 |
promise, farming |
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539 |
Liberated by Generosity |
Today was a turning point |
America |
1981 |
frugality, generosity |
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540 |
Time to Cross Over |
A black man with his family |
Slackwater Review |
1981 |
attitudes, race |
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541 |
Love is Not Earned |
A display of my skills |
Northeast |
1981 |
love, skill |
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542 |
We Ought to Burst into Bloom |
This morning my wife bought me |
America |
1981 |
spring, appreciation |
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543 |
Mr. Norris and the Civet Cat |
We four boys liked to fish |
Maine Life |
1981 |
compassion, animals |
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544 |
The Windmill |
Time I greased the windmill, |
Texas Review |
1981 |
childhood, recklessness |
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545 |
Nag, Nag, Nag All Day |
The buzzing sound in my ears |
Event: Journal of Contemporary Art |
1981 |
interruptions, work |
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546 |
Winter Morning |
I enter a winter morning |
Contact |
1981 |
isolation, winter |
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547 |
Anyone Can See |
Anyone with half wit can see |
Poetry Now |
1981 |
farming, gift |
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548 |
Responsibility of Being Young |
All I knew concerned my |
Barnwood |
1981 |
chores, death |
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549 |
Bound to Happen |
At the haybarn's peak where |
New England Review |
1981 |
aging, animals |
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550 |
The Short Run and the Long Pull |
Our fields lay side by side, |
Nebraska Review |
1981 |
farming, fertilizer |
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