Thoreau

By 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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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,...

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