The couple in Van Gogh's blue wood is walking where there is no path, amid tall, seemingly branchless blue and pink trees. The tree crowns are beyond the frame, reaching up into our mind's eye— because we know where trees go and that they are full of wind and a thousand softly stirring machines that are alive.
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|Landmark||Robert Frost Stone House Museum||Vermont|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||Poetry Landmark: The Grolier Poetry Book Shop||Massachusetts|
|Writing Program||University of Notre Dame Creative Writing Program||Indiana|
|Literary Magazine||Black Warrior Review||Alabama|
|Festival||New York Poetry Festival||New York|
|Conference||University of North Dakota Writers Conference||North Dakota|
|Conference||Litquake: San Francisco Literary Festival||California|
|Conference||Poets Forum||New York|
It’s like ants and more ants. West, east their little axes hack and tease. Your sins. Your back taxes. This is your Etna, your senate of dread, at the axis of reason, your taxi to hell. You
It's a year almost that I have not seen her: Oh, last summer green things were greener, Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer. It's surely summer, for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow O'er height, o'er