Another child may skip, skip,
chanting to a thousand thousand.
Another old man may nod and mumble
over his half-erased book.
Matinicus: harbor you might reach
by a chuffing skiff, fog
that tastes of milk, nets
drying in the pines.
Let someone else be the ocean.
Let someone else be Arcturus.
Let someone else be the self.
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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