Thanks to Amy Lowell for the poem about those mornings when you know the seasons are turning. No frost of any kind here in South Carolina, but it was cool and rainy, Because of the rain, the migrating birds were grounded.
If you have not subscribed to Poem-a-day, the site tells you how to do it. Most of them are fine, and seeing a poem each day in my inbox expands what I would normally read.
Lowell was a well-connected New Englander; one of her brothers was president of Harvard. She never married, was thought to be a lesbian, smoked cigars, was a friend of Ezra Pound's, and championed vers libre. Quite a lot for barely more than a half-century on this earth.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem-day
If you have not subscribed to Poem-a-day, the site tells you how to do it. Most of them are fine, and seeing a poem each day in my inbox expands what I would normally read.
Lowell was a well-connected New Englander; one of her brothers was president of Harvard. She never married, was thought to be a lesbian, smoked cigars, was a friend of Ezra Pound's, and championed vers libre. Quite a lot for barely more than a half-century on this earth.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem-day
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