Stern, Gerald 1999

Wednesday, October 20, 1999

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This time of year I kneel on my jacket. The ice
is almost solid. The groaning has ended. There is
an inch of fresh snow. A bush has turned to glass.

– Gerald Stern, “Did I Say”

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The second day of Eastern Standard
there is such a sound of bird croaking
it must be either blue jay whelps
or stiff crows just barely able to gasp
after a night of rotten sleeping.

– Gerald Stern, “Light”

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