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Sunday, February 13, 2005

Goldenrod (a Mary Oliver poem)

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I ran into Mary Oliver's New and Selected Poems last night, a book I haven't seen in about seven years. I borrowed it and brought it home with me. I remembered this book very fondly (and I remember writing a poem called "the machinery of my tongue, this scent of a flower" immediately after finishing the book), and the book stands up as strong today as it stood in my memory.

"Goldenrod" is from the book's first section.

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