You held I hammered
you hammered I held
our flat brown board
feeder stayed intact all
that winter on the
deck railing we watched
alone quietly or
shoulder by shoulder
at the window in
ice in blowing rain
snow and sun all the
hungry cardinals wrens
little brown birds
we called sparrows though
I think now they were
vireos nuthatches
once or twice ravens
tipping the balance—
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and the red one the
next year we hung from
the new maple new
house hand on the ground
you had painted this
one membrane is gone
wild with green spirals
but mostly squirrels
came down fewer birds
the autumn yard strewn
all of it with corn-
meal seeds crusts torn hulls
where are they you said
at the window where
might they be and the
next year we were gone
too so few birds now
starry rippling few
monarchs all around
us no more ash trees
and where should I go
myself utterly
away such losses
I know says a voice
beyond here I know
says without wings the
first song starting once
more from that distance
beyond every name—
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Spring Feature 2015
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Feature
- Poets in Person Jane Hirshfield from San Francisco, CA
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Poetry
- Sandra Alcosser
- David Baker
- Chana Bloch
- David Bottoms
- Cyrus Cassells
- Carl Dennis
- Stephen Dunn
- Laura Fargas
- Sandra M. Gilbert
- Jane Hirshfield
- Ted Kooser
- Dorianne Laux
- Thomas Lux
- Mary Mackey
- Wesley McNair
- Dunya Mikhail
- Joseph Millar
- Jim Moore
- D. Nurkse
- Naomi Shihab Nye
- Robert Pinsky
- Gerald Stern
- Jean Valentine
- Rosanna Warren
- Matthew Zapruder
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BOOK REVIEW
- David Rigsbee reviews The Beauty
by Jane Hirshfield
- David Rigsbee reviews The Beauty