Rapt Yet Undeluded

As the snow continues to pile up in New England, the entire staff of DP has been sitting around the fire reading three poems over and over, voice by voice, to melt a path through the afternoon. From the eye of Jon Swan:

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A slant of light from Emily D. —

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And finally, from Robinson Jeffers, we shovel our way through the polar vortex to find :

 

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