Boarding House The blind man draws his curtains for the night
and goes to bed, leaving a burning light
above the bathroom mirror. Through the wall,
he hears the deaf man walking down the hall
in his squeaky shoes to see if there’s a light
under the blind man’s door, and all is right.
: Ted Kooser, Sure Signs (1980)
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Meeting with poetry students all day. I dashed over to the library for a prepackaged turkey sandwich. Checked my mailbox on the way back and there were my copies of the new West Branch. Great cover art by Jeff Cohen. Four lead-off poems by Rebecca Dunham. This is the issue I edited last spring; I'll undoubtedly brag some more about it over the next couple of weeks.
* * *
I had a very nice breakfast last week with Robin Becker, the day after her reading at Bucknell. We're hatching a plan. More news soon.
* * *
Next week: Thanksgiving break. I'll be putting Harry's chapbook together and catching up on essay grading.
* * *
So nice to hear from Miriam.
[photo: boxwood shadow]
and goes to bed, leaving a burning light
above the bathroom mirror. Through the wall,
he hears the deaf man walking down the hall
in his squeaky shoes to see if there’s a light
under the blind man’s door, and all is right.
: Ted Kooser, Sure Signs (1980)
* * *
Meeting with poetry students all day. I dashed over to the library for a prepackaged turkey sandwich. Checked my mailbox on the way back and there were my copies of the new West Branch. Great cover art by Jeff Cohen. Four lead-off poems by Rebecca Dunham. This is the issue I edited last spring; I'll undoubtedly brag some more about it over the next couple of weeks.
* * *
I had a very nice breakfast last week with Robin Becker, the day after her reading at Bucknell. We're hatching a plan. More news soon.
* * *
Next week: Thanksgiving break. I'll be putting Harry's chapbook together and catching up on essay grading.
* * *
So nice to hear from Miriam.
[photo: boxwood shadow]
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