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Marie Borroff


Broken Thumb

Autumn 1974 | Poetry

Things of my world, thwart, solid, chockablock,
That I was wont lightly to wield and dandle,
Now, button-bungler, fool of lid, latch, lock,

Rafting Down the Grand Canyon: A Meditation

September 22 I am seated, my back braced comfortably against a rock, partway up a gorge that rises from the south side of the Canyon. To my left, a narrow but powerful stream cascades from the heights, passing over and through a series of enormous [...]