poetry as by the ear, thus opens up a near space related to shape of ear

in this sense quotidian and local, evanescent like wildflowers--what bloomed this year

local and passing

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strange to think I was drawn to Northampton & to draw the churches there & have left flowers for Mary

which one felt in the ground

--Susan Howe's "My Emily Dickinson" discusses J. Edwards and Great Awakening:

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I was lessoned from, and left that rock—
abject as dice or savage
out ACROSS by time
the river meant must all disperse

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I had to--terrible past—return

Was three times cut & ran that road—
her house burnt down—was seeing—past
in moonlit, in foxfire, in depth weight
I could walk those shadows

Did—return—of course
among blueberries and laurel--Sun--
scent’s gifts & constant wood reminds
the same land writ

different but known
despite lawns could erase
so other—brief paper weights
upon the old sloped leaves