Land
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Every land is the holy land.
—Ursula K. Le Guin
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Poem: At the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border
Poem: Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening
Poem: The Forest (from the poem Rain)
Poem: Carrying the Snake to the Garden
Poem: Five A.M. in the Pinewoods
Poem: [O’Keeffe said a very old friend of hers—Dave—]
Poem: [O’Keeffe said when she first came to this area]
Poem: In the Corners of Fields
Poem: How to Foretell a Change in the Weather
Poem: White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field
Poem: The Myth of Perfectability
Poem: His Spine Curved Just Enough
Poem: The Last Things I’ll Remember