"Why do you wait at your door, woman, Alone in the night?" "I am waiting for one who will come, stranger, To show him a light. He will see me afar on the road And be glad at the sight." "Have you no fear in your heart, woman, To stand there alone? There is comfort for you and kindly
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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|
Lightning-torn bark lured on the lower limbs, a sym- bol of how a bole bares itself in time. I've tried to wear my sheddings so gracefully that finches will not flush at the foul capillary sheen my systolic nerve acts out its barn-raisings slash burnings by. Have a heart. Mine murmurs yes and no and yet now.
I've spent my life in a lone mechanical whine, this combustion far off. How fathomless to be embedded in glacial ice, what piece of self hiding there. I am not sure about meaning but understand the wave. No more Novalis out loud. No Juan de la Cruz singing "I do not die to die." No solstice, midhaven