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Penguin

2019

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI ~

STEFAN ZWEIG ~

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Pushkin Press

2019

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I A N     H A M I L T O N     F I N L A Y

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RUSSIAN DADA 1914-1924 ~

ALBERTO MANGUEL ~

POETS WHO SLEEP (The Book) ~ #1

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MALCOLM GLADWELL ~

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ELFRIEDE JELINEK ~

JOHN FAHEY FONOTONE RECORDINGS ~

MOLLY O' DAY ~

LIGHTNIN' SLIM ~

THE COONHUNTERS (1946) ~

MARGRET MacARTHUR IN VERMONT ~

Margaret MacArthur

1960

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RICH MAN'S WAR ~

SHIRLEY COLLINS ~

JOHNNY FULLER (CALIFORNIA BLUES) ~

PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST ~

Robert Frost

portrait by Jeff Wrench

2018

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Dear Anyone and Everyone in Amherst, MA.,

I have been a regular visitor to your lively (when students are there), quiet (when students are gone) town for well over fifty years.

Recently my companion and I noticed, when waiting at the light at the main street four corners, a painted portrait of what appeared to be the actor Maggie Gyllenhaal and found that both interesting, yet strange. When we were on foot we saw on the reverse side (the sidewalk side) a painted portrait, and quite well done, of the poet Robert Frost. The younger Frost, when he lived in Derry, New Hampshire. Raising chickens.

Of course Frost was well acquainted with Amherst and Amherst College, but don’t you know Emily Dickinson lived a stone's throw down the road from where these portraits are on display? Wouldn’t it be awarding and receptive to have a portrait of Dickinson instead of Gyllenhaal at this popular four corners? Others must be questioning this as well.

At a leafy spot in town one might, one day, see a portrait of Robert Francis! More should know and read this poet.

Maggie

TOM JAY ~

Walking To The Barn



Walking to the barn

in the cold blue twilight

of this wintry day;

the water bucket steaming

to make warm mash for our toothless horse.

The horse is older;

the bucket heavier with the passing years.

We duck beneath the breeze-supple branches

of a young cedar seeking the

open light of the trail.

Its green brushes us as we pass,

Mall stops and whispers,

"To be touched by a tree is a blessing."


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Tom Jay
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2020

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2013