Jan/Feb 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 1 Poetry |

A Romantic Notion

A strong wind uses the dogwood to sound itself out. I walk in the yard one last time before bed to feel it. Private passion, said Keats, is what gives meaning. I follow my feelings until, chastened, I don't. One day, a little rabbit appears for us out of nowhere. We name him but we don't own him; he's free to go.

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Bounded

By Mary Ann Samyn

A strong wind uses the dogwood to sound itself out. I walk in the yard one last time before bed to feel it. Private passion, said Keats, is what gives […]

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