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Wednesday, June 25, 2008 --- 57 days ago http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScienceblogsCombinedFeed/~3/319829733/poem_of_the
 Fly Away Home (detail) Jessica Palmer On my old blog, I posted poems regularly (among my favorites were Dan Chiasson's "Mosaic of a Hare" and David Barber's "Pilgrim's Progress." ) But I haven't encountered a particularly inspirational poem recently, so I let the habit lapse here on the new blog. I think it's high time to reinstate the tradition, starting with this gem from Stanley Plumly, who teaches just a few miles away at the University of Maryland-College Park: "The Crows at 3 A.M." Stanley Plumly From the June 2 New Yorker The politically correct, perfect snow of Vermont undulant under the lightly bruised, moonlit-backed- becoming-storm-clouds slowing then speeding just above the line of blue spruce on Mt. Mansfield here in what I'm told is the state's "cloudiest county," vaguely an analogy for the plate tectonics of the blankets constantly shifting from the left to the right side of my body, pulling the heart, until by dawn I'm holding on, waking with the cold, somehow looking at my hands that, in the pearl dark, look like the first fall castings of the sycamore, those pocked dry leaves that were my mother's final hands: sallow dying coloring, mapping liverspots, rootlike veining texturing the underdermal surfaces. The test, writes Fitzgerald, in an essay called "The Crack-Up," of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold opposing ideas in the mind at the same time yet retain the ability to function. He couldn't, he ... |
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