I met Richard Eberhart in a poetry workshop which he led for a day at UF, in 1987 or 1988. He very kindly passed Emily Dickinson’s handshake to me: from her hand to an intervening hand to his hand to mine. This one’s from The Voice That is Great Within Us, an anthology from 1970, edited by Hayden Carruth.
from Flux / by Richard Eberhart (1904–2005)
The fogs are as unpredictable as the winds. The next generation comes surely on
I think I will go with weather this week. Feeling likes it’s going to be a really tempestuous one here, as it is the final week of the elementary year. And, since my brain is feeling foggy in advance of the maelstrom, here’s a favorite fog poem. http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/fog