http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2007/12/some-thoughts-on-a-snowy-day-in-vermont/ A blog from the Poetry Foundation where contemporary poets debate classic and contemporary poetry from America and around the world. Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:36:51 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2007/12/some-thoughts-on-a-snowy-day-in-vermont/#comment-1965 Greg O'Connell Wed, 05 Dec 2007 05:54:08 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=562#comment-1965 Winter Buckets of cones as though they've leaked from the ceiling. Dude is a feline cushion. Our son sighting in his banjo like a firearm. Girl reading the boy wizard. The beach! Now! we whisper. Greg O'Connell * * * * * West Coast New Zealand Winter
Buckets of cones
as though they’ve leaked
from the ceiling.
Dude is a feline
cushion.
Our son sighting in
his banjo
like a firearm.
Girl reading
the boy wizard.
The beach!
Now! we whisper.
Greg O’Connell
* * * * *
West Coast
New Zealand

]]> http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2007/12/some-thoughts-on-a-snowy-day-in-vermont/#comment-5109 Greg O'Connell Wed, 05 Dec 2007 05:54:08 +0000 http://pf/harriet/?p=562#comment-5109 Winter Buckets of cones as though they've leaked from the ceiling. Dude is a feline cushion. Our son sighting in his banjo like a firearm. Girl reading the boy wizard. The beach! Now! we whisper. Greg O'Connell * * * * * West Coast New Zealand Winter
Buckets of cones
as though they’ve leaked
from the ceiling.
Dude is a feline
cushion.
Our son sighting in
his banjo
like a firearm.
Girl reading
the boy wizard.
The beach!
Now! we whisper.
Greg O’Connell
* * * * *
West Coast
New Zealand

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