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Haha, this thread is like a reunion of all the oldies that've been here for a while! We need some new blood!
The follwing is from a poet I discovered recently... From verse 2 of Ghazals For Spring by Spencer Reece:
Hours clot. Birds flap like passports.
Fields explode with temper tantrums. Here comes trouble.
Here's a bio I stole on the web about Reece, whom I totally recommend!
Spencer Reece is a poet whose book, The Clerk’s Tale, was published by Mariner Books in 2004. Fifteen years in the writing, this book, the selectors unanimously agreed, was by a poet "completely accomplished, ready for prime time." They found the work "finished, deep and varied" and "elegant, resonant and moving." Mr. Reece has worked for many years as a sales associate at Brooks Brothers, and the _title_ poem describes a day in the life at the store in the Mall of America. His work has also appeared in Boulevard and The New Yorker. He is a recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Katharine Bakeless Nason Prize and an NEA poetry fellowship. A graduate of Wesleyan University, he received a M.A. from the University of York (U.K.), and a M.T.S. from the Harvard Divinity School. Mr. Reece lives now in Juno Beach, Florida.
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