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Amy Letter's avatar

If I may add a little poem to footnote #1: “The World” by William Bronk

I thought that you were an anchor in the drift of the world; but no: there isn’t an anchor anywhere. There isn’t an anchor in the drift of the world. Oh no. I thought you were. Oh no. The drift of the world.

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Todd Celmar's avatar

This is why I think I love reading Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon. Kenyon was focused on the object, the gravity of a thing, like a bale of hay. Hall's essays and poems are anchored in the geography and history of Eagle Pond Farm.

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