“Our ground time here will be brief”

February 7, 2014 @ 5:05 pm | Filed under: ,

Wherever we’re going
is Monday morning
Wherever we’re coming from
is Mother’s lap.

Maxine Kumin, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, has died at 88. I loved her work, especially this poem. You can hear her read it below, or at the Poetry Foundation.


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  1. kortney says:

    her voice :: a revelation

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