— Photo by Jeblad
“Late November and I am
in a country house.
The moon glares across
an open field and there’s
a lump of deer guts
like shapeless sculpture.
The air keeps cutting
at the stubble I can’t see
…..
The wind in the eaves
breaks some shingles loose,
and I want a deer to rise
from the pile of himself.’’
— From “A Country House,’’ by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)
