To the Reader: Twilight

By Chase Twichell b. 1950 Chase Twichell

Whenever I look

out at the snowy

mountains at this hour

and speak directly

into the ear of the sky,

it’s you I’m thinking of.

You’re like the spirits

the children invent

to inhabit the stuffed horse

and the doll.

I don’t know who hears me.

I don’t know who speaks

when the horse speaks.

Source: The Snow Watcher (Ontario Review Press, 1998)

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Poet Chase Twichell b. 1950

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets

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Chase Twichell was born in New Haven, Connecticut, and has lived for many years in the Adirondacks. A practicing Buddhist, she is the author of several books of poetry, and her work often reflects her spiritual practice. Introducing her collection The Snow Watcher (1998) to readers of the Washington Post, poet and critic Robert Pinsky describes the poems as “full of sharp observation, both of the world and herself, unsentimental . . .

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