In Whom We Live and Move and Have our Being
Snow geese fly far above the trees in sleek silence.
Canada geese circle noisily above the stubby cornfield.
White pines drop their needles through the clear air
transforming the forest floor into a golden carpet
between one day and the next.
And beneath all that motion lies
mile after mile of aquifer,
acre after acre of unmoving rock
sturdy enough to support this forest
but porous enough that water seeps, squeezes,
filters its way
pore by careful pore.
And who can say which is more amazing
the golden needles
the clear air
Hillsides ablaze with color
orchards open for picking
offering fresh cider and doughnuts.
Harvest dinners, farmers markets
crisp cool nights under down quilts,
at every turn a new glory to behold.
That’s October in Vermont.
THE EARLY AFTERNOON sun casts a shadow across a neatly stacked pile of wood in Cornwall.
Independent file photo/Trent Campbell
My woodpile ain’t pretty,
bent, forked, not sawn square
short, long, fat and gnarly
like an old wizard’s hair.
Stacked cut colors aren’t even
ends dapple the rack
tan, red and yellow
and old cuts are black.
My firewood looks like me
dry, wrinkled and crochety
bad joints and old bumps
and a certain obstinacy.
When the dead tree is standing
and the bark gone for good
that old, light, dry timber
Roger called “Biscuit Wood.”
Attacking big chunks
when wielding a maul
Roger said yell “Wenh!”
and give it your all.
Apple is crooked, but it smells so sweet
Beech is smooth and clean and neat...
POET AND UNIVERSITY of Vermont professor Major Jackson will present work from “The Best American Poetry 2019,” on Tuesday, Oct. 1, 6:30 p.m., at The Vermont Book Shop in downtown Middlebury.
MIDDLEBURY — Poet, University of Vermont professor and guest editor of “The Best American Poetry 2019,” Major Jackson presents this new published annual collection with featured poets Didi Jackson, Vievee Francis, Camille Guthrie and Jane Shore on Tuesday, Oct. 1, 6:30 p.m., at The Vermont Book Shop in Middlebury. The event is free and open to the public. A booksigning will follow Jackson’s talk.
Opening with a stirring essay on the transformative power of art in today’s tense times — and, in particular, the impact of accessible, daring verse — Jackson presents an illuminating collection of...
Russ Reilly, who among other things was a long-time announcer at Middlebury College football games, died July 24. A memorial service will be held at Mead Chapel on the Middlebury campus this Saturday, Sept. 21, at 3 p.m. For many years, Gary Margolis sat next to Reilly in the football announcer’s booth, spotting and running the 25-second clock.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
you would say, please remove your caps
and honor this great country of ours.
As Legion Post 27 presents our colors.
The word great bouncing off the peaks
of the Green Mountains, beginning
to turn orange again...
VERGENNES NATIVE ALEXANDRIA Hall has made a name for herself in the writing world and recently won the prestigious 2019 National Poetry Series Open Competition for her collection titled “Field Music."
Photo by Benjamin Stein
VERGENNES — As far back as she can remember, Alexandria Hall considered herself a poet.
“Even before I could write I was creating these little books of stories that I just wrote for myself,” she recalls.
The work of this Vergennes native and member of the University of Vermont class 2015 is now receiving much wider attention — just four years removed from UVM, she has been named one of five winners of the prestigious 2019 National Poetry Series Open Competition for her collection titled “Field Music,” which will be published by Ecco, an imprint of Harper-Collins.
Hall grew up in Vergennes,...
A situation stings perception.
Observation spurs inspection.
Detection demands correction.
Intervention assumes commotion.
Convention begets conception.
Imagination pursues invention.
Inception fuels apprehension.
Aggravation sparks improvisation.
Construction eases reservation.
Negotiation avoids revolution.
Completion gleans resolution:
Restitution for institutions.
Remediation urges reflection.
Celebration sings redemption!
Restoration reaps realization:
Innovation requires determination.
August 27, 2019
Ducks of the early morning lake
vee into nearby reeds, early summer
rustling toward flight
while elsewhere morning scrim slowly
rises, loosens peepholes along shorelines,
pinpricks of light on familiar mountain stonecroppings
and bits of pale water,
next to hints of flowing lights.
Lopey ghosts, those soft and racing sky spirits,
skim above the steaming lake field.
Puffs that plod into points of pines, pop.
On the lake’s far side, the jagged trees
that jut in and out
along peninsulas and coves
have not yet appeared
but what is stored
Editor’s note: Toby Baker-Rouse was a 9-year-old fourth-grader in Middlebury when he submitted this poem to the Young Writers Project this past school year.
Today The Baby Crawled on Me
Today the baby crawled on me,
with kisses and with drool.
My mother brought him up the stairs
to get me up for school.
Today, the dog, she jumped on me –
she sat upon my head.
My mother brought her up the stairs
to get me out of bed.
Today my sister woke me up,
with stomping and a yell.
She thumped her way down all the stairs,
louder than alarm bells.
Today my brother jumped on me,
and my blankets...
Abraham Lincoln sat peacefully in the National Lincoln Memorial.
A tear drop fell.
Our National Statue of Liberty stood peacefully on our NYC shore.
A tear drop fell.
The tanks rolled in.
The Lincoln Memorial was blocked.
We could not sit on the steps.
A tear drop fell.
We could not quietly walk up to Lincoln as he peacefully sat and watched over our capital.
As he looked down our National Mall that was made for and is for all of us,
As he shared the stage with Martin Luther King who had a dream,
As he listened to Marian Anderson sing “America”,
A tear dropped from Lincoln and from Lady...