Talking on the phone with e.
looking over at the newsletter for The Poetry Center At Smith and notice that the poem Violets by Mary Oliver is offered as the newest print by Barry Moser.
This is the poem that e. said we were supposed to hear when we sat cramped in the library.
We checked out the video of the reading and had to watch it in a room. It could not leave the building.
This is the poem I remembered, researched and sent to three people.
This is the poem I copied and pasted on this Blog.
