Tag Archives: Robert Demaree

At the Poetry Workshop

Outside, the bay is that August blue Of sailboat masts, White spires beyond the shore. The workshop leaders want us to Write with other people’s words, Describe something that shows What we believe. In this long day We are quickened, … Continue reading

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Ridge Pike

The poet was talking about his father: You’d think after all these years, he said, I’d have this figured out. Set me rummaging Through the messy desk drawer of time: Gray December drives on Ridge Pike— Conshohocken, Manyunk— To Shibe … Continue reading

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By the Meadow: June 2007

Betsy Winbourne, now eighty, Rakes hay in the meadow at midday— You would not do this a month from now; Up from Boston, opening the cottage. No sign of the Woodleys; They say his tumor has come back, His fields … Continue reading

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Philadelphia Stories

1. The Camp Counselor 1951, at a camp in the north woods, First time away from home: Most of the boys in our cabin knew each other From their fine schools on the Main Line. The rest of us, from … Continue reading

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