It’s time for some digital poetry. Today we’ll declaim part of All Hallows by Louise Gluck
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
Picked clean, the sheaves
Bound evenly and piled at the roadside
Among cinquefoil, as the Condor rises
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“All Hallows” by Louise Gluck
