Kate Northrop Poems
- Iowa &Amp; Other Accidents There was snow that afternoon ...
- Hiding —to my sister Because the moon in late ...
- The Visitor Down the hill, in the field of sweet alfalfa, ...
- Late Aubade &Amp; Explanation Once in a field, in a wide ...
- Unfinished Landscape With A Do... Not much of a dog yet, ...
- The Geranium How can you stand it—looking at things? ...
- Affair With Various Endings I. Kempton, ...
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Comments about Kate Northrop
—to my sister
Because the moon in late October made landmarks glow: the broken
gate, our yard
full of stones, the attic window
suddenly foreign, across its face
a blue dissolve. In spite of that, the farm
remained an arrangement (barn
behind the house, pond
across the road) and a girl sometimes
feels torn. We turned our dresses inside out,
ran into a grove. We played
you're blind, Molly, try to find me.
It was a family game: get left
in darkness. I climbed
up into the oak, listened for your voice
until my name ...