New England – POETRY and PLACES

Doorway by Miriam Levine

Doorway by Miriam Levine The green edge like a shore; the precise diamond; arched shelters; willows’ drag mid-distance; five soccer nets, widely ranked, apart like mist-filled doorways of palace rooms leading straight to each other: they have become your view angled from a corner. Under tough grass on which dew has dried deep earth isContinue reading “Doorway by Miriam Levine”

One Place in New England by David P.Miller

One Place in New England by David P. Miller to Charles Ives and his symphonic cataclysm The trumpets and drums of “Putnam’s Camp” topple over each other in a race toward high- steppin’ small-town holiday promenade and its irresistible brass detonation. “The Housatonic at Stockbridge”: an immersed orchestral mass, recollected river swelling from flow andContinue reading “One Place in New England by David P.Miller”

The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The Canticle of Jack Kerouac (Part 2)by Lawrence Ferlinghetti There is a garden in the memory of AmericaThere is a nightbird in its memoryThere is an andante cantabilein a garden in the memoryof AmericaIn a secret gardenin a private placea song a melodya nightsong echoingin the memory of AmericaIn the sound of a nightbirdoutside a LowellContinue reading “The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti”

Union Street by Miriam Levine

Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”

Cape Cod by Joan McNerney

Cape Cod by Joan McNerney Hearing waves from a distance and feeling sea breezes brush our faces, it seemed a century before we came to the ocean. So blue and bright to our eyes its rhythm broke chains of unremarkable days. Over cool sand we ran and you picked three perfect shells which fit insideContinue reading “Cape Cod by Joan McNerney”