Thoreau

By William Logan b. 1950 William Logan
That oily bale of rags, lost
to the silent architectures of the wood—
or so it seemed, as the fall’s chancels
darkened, and rough earth gave and forgave.
Forgave, I mean, the intrusion.

Source: Poetry (September 2010).

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This poem originally appeared in the September 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

September 2010

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Poet and critic William Logan was born in Boston in 1950 and earned degrees from Yale University and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Since 1975, his work—both poetry and criticism—has regularly appeared in major journals and publications such as the New Yorker, the New York Times, the Paris Review, Poetry, and the New Criterion. He is the author of numerous books of poetry, including Sad-Faced Men (1982), Sullen Weedy Lakes (1988), . . .

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