The first is always foolish, the second
a foolish attempt to undo it.
Those two are wasted
on the young, who are famous
for wasting—
oh, it was you
who made those wishes,
you and your regrettable failure
to see around corners.
You've lived on roots, slept on straw,
looked down a well so deep
you couldn't see the bottom.
That's no cloth of gold,
just the setting sun
gilding the windows.
What are you saving that third wish for?
The day the horizon
begins to tighten its wire
around you?
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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