February 2012
Gammas & Gerunds: Robert Hass, from "In Weather" →
gammasandgerunds:
1 What I wanted in the pearly repetitions of February was vision. All winter, grieved and dull, I hungered for it. Sundays I looked for lightning- stricken trees in the slow burning of the afternoon to cut them down, split the dry centers, and kindle from their death an evening’s warmth in the…
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