Vermont

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.

upcoming events

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Apr 01 2015
PoemCity

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

12am
Montpelier, Vermont

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Sydney Lea
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

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The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the

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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
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Not for all the whiskey in heaven
Not for all the flies in Vermont
Not for all the tears in the basement
Not for a million trips to Mars

Not if you paid me in diamonds
Not if you paid me in pearls
Not if you gave me your pinky ring
Not if you gave me your curls

Not for all the fire in hell
Not for all the blue