after Cherry Blossoms Painted Outdoors, 1977, Jane Freilicher After the shower down, a snow carpet, blush-colored, dusts tender grass under this lone
Reviewed by Joannie Stangeland Imagine yourself standing, at night, in a field. Imagine the fields of stars overhead. Now feel that field inside you.
Only one year I planted pumpkins— carriage or shell for keeping very well— dragged them to the front yard, left them to grow old
When I did not move to the country, I let my lawn meadow, fevered season like sweat prickling, trickling down temples to weeds I