POET OF THE WEEK
Katharine Ogle
Week of August 17
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To Poet Katharine Ogle
POETIC INSPIRATION Ode to a Nightingale, by John Keats
HOME SOUNDS LIKE Bird sounds. Especially the barred owl, whose hoot sounds like someone saying “Who cooks for you?”
MAKES ME SMILE When someone is surprised by a sneeze.
Home So Small Far Away
The front door was red then.
When I had to wait I thought
of cicadas. When I had to cry
I went to my spot by the creek.
There was no smell without taste.
I had a thing for rain. To be alive
in the throat of a flower.
Home So Small Far Away
The front door was red then.
When I had to wait I thought
of cicadas. When I had to cry
I went to my spot by the creek.
There was no smell without taste.
I had a thing for rain. To be alive
in the throat of a flower.
Katharine Ogle, 28
Seattle / Charlottesville, VA
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