Convocation 1
Every year they rise to me
when winter’s worn my spirit almost
through and nothing shows between
myself and devastation but
some photographs of time I used
to know when I was older and
a father and my daughter formed
my world distinct, unfading: eagles!
~Son Rivers 2007
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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