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Poetry Month 2016: Olav H. Hauge
One Word One word —one stone in a cold river. One more stone— I need many stones to make it across. ~ I Have Three Poems I have three poems, he said. Who counts poems? Emily tossed hers into a trunk, I don’t believe she ever counted them. She just spread open a tea-packet That was the right thing to do. A good poem should smell of tea. Or of raw earth and freshly split firewood.Read More