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Inside the Singing by Sally Nacker

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Inside the Singing

The beech tree, she says, is sick
and she feels bad for it. The stresses
of the trees as Hopkins felt
so she feels. The red-eyed vireo
high in the canopy, unseen,
is heard by her, even
as we sit inside the loud
house wrens’ singing. We sit
inside the singing in the wood.

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Sally Nacker lives in a small house in the woods of Redding, CT with her husband and two cats. Wild birds are her joy. Recent publishing credits include Canary, ONE ART, Third Wednesday, and The Sunlight Press. Kindness in Winter is her newest collection.

Father Hopkins by Sally Nacker

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Father Hopkins

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844-1889

I’d like to walk with you today.
The bluebells hold the rain.
Spring rain holds sounds of bells
you rang in Wales, as rain
holds sounds. I see you
saunter through my wild
yard in your dark robe, pure
as water down a bluebell
leaf. All holy. All good.
I walk with you.

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Sally Nacker lives in a small house in the woods of Redding, CT with her husband and two cats. Wild birds are her joy. Recent publishing credits include Canary, ONE ART, Third Wednesday, and The Sunlight Press. Kindness in Winter is her newest collection.