Air out the linens, unlatch the shutters on the eastern side, and maybe find that deck of Bicycle cards lost near the sofa. Or maybe walk around and look out the back windows first. I hear the view's magnificent: old silent pines leading down to the lakeside, layer upon layer of magnificent light. Should you be
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In 2012, Sydney Lea was appointed state poet laureate of Vermont. Lea is the author of several poetry collections, including Young of the Year (Four Way Books, 2011); Ghost Pain (Sarabande Books, 2005); Pursuit of a Wound (University of Illinois Press, 2000); and To the Bone: New and Selected Poems (University of Illinois Press, 1996), among others.
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Apr 01 2015
The sixth annual PoemCity event in Montpelier, Vermont, will take place this April to celebrate National Poetry Month. Along with displaying poetry on local business storefronts, PoemCity will also offer poetry workshops, public readings, panel discussions, and visual poetry and art displays throughout downtown. All events and programming are free and open to the public. www.kellogghubbard.org |
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| Reading Series | Village Square Booksellers/River Voices Poetry Reading Series | Vermont |
| Colony | Vermont Studio Center | Vermont |
| Writing Program | Goddard College | Vermont |
| Writing Program | Bennington College | Vermont |
| Writing Program | Vermont College of Fine Arts | Vermont |
| Writing Program | Middlebury | Vermont |
| Writing Program | Castleton State College | Vermont |
| Landmark | Robert Frost Stone House Museum | Vermont |
| Conference | Brattleboro Literary Festival | Vermont |
| Conference | Bread Loaf Writers Conference | Vermont |
Vermont poet laureate
Sydney Lea
Sydney Lea was born on December 22, 1942, in Chestnut Hill, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Yale University with a BA, then later a PhD in...
poems
poem
2003
poem
2009
little moth I do not think you'll escape this night I do not think you'll escape this night little moth * bees in clover summer half over friends without lovers * I bite a carrot horsefly bites me * I thought it was you moving through the trees but it was the
poem
2006
The moon was like a full cup tonight, too heavy, and sank in the mist soon after dark, leaving for light faint stars and the silver leaves of milkweed beside the road, gleaming before my car. Yet I like driving at night in summer and in Vermont: the brown road through the mist of mountain-dark, among farms so
