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Mid-day

To keep open at mid-day the windows of the sun-lit patio overlooking the dining room. To smell the warm scent of sun and apples. To say simple things — things that inspire love. To drink pure water...

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Child Left Alone

When I heard the crying, I stopped on the hill and approached the door of the hut by the road. A soft-eyed child was watching me from his bed, and a profound tenderness intoxicated me like wine. The...

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Sweet Poplar

Sweet poplar, sweet poplar, you have become golden. Yesterday you were green, a wild green of glorious birds. Today you are bedraggled under the August sky as I am beneath the sky of my red spirit....

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Thomas P. Feeny

Thomas P. Feeny teaches in the Department of Foreign Languages at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, NC. He has published his original poems and translations in a wide variety of journals,...

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