The spring equinox was on Monday. I am slowly seeing a flush of new life around me, like plum tree blossoms and nettles, while winter’s dank decay is still lamentably present. Christian Wiman’s haunting and tender poem “Love’s Last” from his collection Once in the West (originally published in Image issue 81) echoes loudly for [Read More...]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/03/poetry-friday-loves-last-christian-wiman/
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