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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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, 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....
View ArticleThomas 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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