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Elizabeth Randall


The Quick Still Center

Sun brightens the mating cardinals, And sparrow shells fall empty to ground; Day beginning in the sky Springs up like a weed; rye, Ripened, levels the winter galls. The seed gives to the stem's hour, The immaculate moment to time In its grey-petaled [...]

Country of the Afternoon

There is a peace to keep within the country The houses of the heart stand spaciously In sun. No harm makes here its morning sound; No wind that slanted to action but lies still In lifted leaves. Worker hours climb, But here is pause above the fruited [...]