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| Marie Ponsot |
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| Award Winning Poet And Translator |
| Marie Ponsot published her first poem more than six decades ago. She "makes rich the cold places of our inner worlds" with her elegant and complex poetry. Each month look here for a new poem. This poem is from EASY, published by A.A.Knopf, NY in 2009. THE IDES OF MAY (for my children entering parenthood) Every seventh second the wood thrush speaks its loose curve until in ten minutes the thicket it lives in is bounded by the brand of its sound. Every twenty-eight days the leisurely moon diagrams the light way, east to west, to describe mathematics and keep us unstruck on our arched ground. Every generation the child hurries out of child -hood head bared to the face-making blaze of bliss and distress, giving a stranger power to enter, wound, astound. |
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