“Everything natural to us
must be learned.
The broken laugh, the branching glance,
the wood beneath the green, embarking skin.
“The light of the mind is
red. It is a red street,
and a cold home stands at its darkening end,
toward which foxes run through clicking leaves.”— American poet, nonfiction writer and critic Meghan O'Rourke, “Hunt,” in The New Yorker, Sept. 11, 2006, reprinted in Halflife: Poems (2007)
The broken laugh, the branching glance,
the wood beneath the green, embarking skin.
and a cold home stands at its darkening end,
toward which foxes run through clicking leaves.”— American poet, nonfiction writer and critic Meghan O'Rourke, “Hunt,” in The New Yorker, Sept. 11, 2006, reprinted in Halflife: Poems (2007)
(The image accompanying
this post is a photo of Ms. O’Rourke taken at the 2011 Texas Book Festival,
Austin, Texas, Oct. 22, 2011, by Larry D. Moore, under the Creative
Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.)
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