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An award-winning poet and novelist, Judson Mitcham was named poet laureate of Georgia in 2012 by Governor Nathan Deal. His writings, which examine basic human themes within the specific landscape of Georgia, are both poignant and powerful. Although much of Mitcham's educational background is centered in psychology, Mitcham has taught workshops in poetry and fiction at Mercer University, and has also served as adjunct professor of creative writing at the University of Georgia and at Emory University, where he has directed the Summer Writers' Institute.

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Nov 09 2017
Poetry Night - Two Guest Poets
Come enjoy a night of poetry in the Library of the historic Candler Mansion at Callanwolde Fine Arts Center!
 
Tickets are sold at the door, cash or check only at this time. Admission is $5, or free for Callanwolde members!
7:30pm
980 Briarcliff Rd NE
30306 Georgia
Oct 12 2017
Poetry Night - Two Guest Poets
Come enjoy a night of poetry in the Library of the historic Candler Mansion at Callanwolde Fine Arts Center!
 
Tickets are sold at the door, cash or check only at this time. Admission is $5, or free for Callanwolde members!

 

7:30am
980 Briarcliff Rd NE
30306 Atlanta, Georgia

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Judson Mitcham
Georgia poet laureate

Judson Mitcham

Judson Mitcham is the author of A Little Salvation: Poems Old and New (University of Georgia Press, 2007), Sabbath Creek (University of Georgia Press...

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 (A Funeral Sermon)

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great,
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Out of the hills of Habersham,
Down the valleys of Hall,
I hurry amain to reach the plain,
Run the rapid and leap the fall,
Split at the rock and together again,
Accept my bed, or narrow or wide,
And flee from folly on every side
With a lover's pain to attain the plain
Far from the hills of Habersham,
Far from
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Hair--braided chestnut,
     coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
     of black flesh after flame.