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How the Winters
Once Were

by Lars Gustafsson

That cold green streak
that was morning
had nothing in common
with us.

And the proud plumes of chimney smoke
rose straight up.
To some god who liked
such vertical movements.


And the scrunching underfoot!
Oh that indescribable scrunching:


no one could approach unheard
that was for sure.
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Poem of the WeekLars Gustafsson

Lars Gustafsson, Swedish poet, novelist, and scholar, was born in 1936 and received a PhD in philosophy at Oxford. Death of a Beekeeper is the most acclaimed work of this celebrated author, whose extensive works focus on the search for identity and a philosophically founded skepticism toward language. In 1982 he immigrated to the United States and converted to Judaism. Now retired from the University of Texas, where he taught philosophy and creative writing, he lives in Sweden.

Poems of the Week: 2008–2009

Poems of the Week: 2008–2009


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