Eclipse
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It sounded as if
the streets were running,
And then the streets stood still.
Eclipse was all we could
see at the window,
And awe was all we could feel.
—Emily Dickinson
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Poem: Seeing the Eclipse in Maine
Poem: As I Stand on a Paddle Board for the First Time in June, I Plan for October’s Eclipse
Poem: The Part That’s Left for You
Poem: Dear Millennium, Inadequate Witness
Poem: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done (Sonnet 35)
Poem: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore (Sonnet 60)