David Lauterstein: Lulav
I am a Jew. I am ashamed of those wanting to kill.
The people of Gaza shake their own bodies
in six directions, with nowhere to go,
their only harvest, soil.
October 7, 2025 · 9 Comments
Helen Hunt Jackson: Poppies on the Wheat
Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow
Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow
Like flashing seas of green
September 6, 2024 · 11 Comments
Edwin Arlington Robinson: The Sheaves
Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled,
Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned;
And as by some vast magic undivined
The world was turning slowly into gold.
August 18, 2023 · 7 Comments
Elizabeth Gargano: Harvest
One morning the crows settle on the corn in our garden, dark flames on the candled stalks. . I plant a broom in the earth, straw end up, wrap it … Continue reading
September 23, 2015 · 1 Comment
