My mum grew up on a dirt road that ran along a river through deep woods in rural New Brunswick. These were her poets. Especially Bliss Carmen. “My tent stands in a garden/of aster and goldenrod,/ tilled by the rain and sunshine,/ and sown by the hand of God.
So nice that someone has brought them back into the light.
My mum grew up on a dirt road that ran along a river through deep woods in rural New Brunswick. These were her poets. Especially Bliss Carmen. “My tent stands in a garden/of aster and goldenrod,/ tilled by the rain and sunshine,/ and sown by the hand of God.
So nice that someone has brought them back into the light.
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