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These are mature poems, meditative, curious about the world of wild mountains and streams, about death and blessing, about the resonant past that is with us yet. And they are about a kind of stillness that has become rare in modern life, the stillness of a man who actually inhabits his senses.from "Some Guardian Spirit"Freezing fog, visibility maybe a hundred yards.Frost builds up on the pine needles,the yellow grass, the leafless cottonwoodsand the sound of hammers, saws,a compressor kicking on and offin that other world somewhere acrossthe pasture. Not a bird or a squirrel or a horsein sight. A rooster and a lone dogsend their voices out into the fog that seemsto be closing in, growing denser, a cloudbarge drifting down the valley spiriting us away.

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