you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night
perfect in the dew
—  W.S. Merwin, U.S. Poet Laureate, from “To the Light of September”

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A Lover

If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly

I could see to write you a letter.

—Amy Lowell

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