Maine

The current poet laureate of the state of Maine is Stuart Kestenbaum, who began his five-year term in 2016. Kestenbaum is the author of four books of poetry, the most recent being Only Now (Deerbrook Editions, 2014). His work has been featured in several literary magazines, including The Sun and The Belroit Poetry Journal, and he has read his work on Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac. Kestenbaum was the director of the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Deer Isle, Maine, for twenty-seven years, and is currently the chair of the American Craft Council.

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It is very high, and notched in places, so that there is the appearance to one at sea, as of seven or eight mountains extending along near each other. The summit of most of them is destitute of trees… I named it Île des Monts Déserts. 
—Samuel de Champlain, 1604

 

When Samuel de Champlain

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It's summer, 1956, in Maine, a camp resort 
on Belgrade Lakes, and I am cleaning fish, 
part of my job, along with luggage, firewood, 
Sunday ice cream, waking everyone 
by jogging around the island every morning 
swinging a rattle I hold in front of me 
to break the nightly spider threads. 
Adlai Stevenson is
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Summer squash and snap-beans gushed
all August, tomatoes in a steady splutter

through September. But by October's
last straggling days, almost everything

in the garden was stripped, picked,
decayed. A few dawdlers:

some forgotten carrots, ornate
with worm-trail tracery, parsley parched

a patchy faded beige.

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