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Spring Feature 2015
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Feature
- Poets in Person Jane Hirshfield from San Francisco, CA
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Poetry
- Sandra Alcosser
- David Baker
- Chana Bloch
- David Bottoms
- Cyrus Cassells
- Carl Dennis
- Stephen Dunn
- Laura Fargas
- Sandra M. Gilbert
- Jane Hirshfield
- Ted Kooser
- Dorianne Laux
- Thomas Lux
- Mary Mackey
- Wesley McNair
- Dunya Mikhail
- Joseph Millar
- Jim Moore
- D. Nurkse
- Naomi Shihab Nye
- Robert Pinsky
- Gerald Stern
- Jean Valentine
- Rosanna Warren
- Matthew Zapruder
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews The Beauty
by Jane Hirshfield
- David Rigsbee reviews The Beauty
Feature > Poetry
Close Call
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.—Jane Hirshfield
Starting the morning
on the prayer porch doesn't always insure a calm day.
Like the Sunday I slipped on the rain-slick drive
and took nine stitches above my eye.
A wind draws the scent of lilacs across the yard,
pine needles rustle. The wound, though healed, still throbs.
Once again, I open my heart to Kelly's icon,
Christ Pantocrator hanging between two panels of screen.
My mother would call that face an idol. Most Baptists actually.
But those calm eyes, that delicate hand blessing the world!
I open my heart again to the icon.
(Silence doesn't always mean absence.)
The rocker creaks rhythmically on the tile-stones.