New England Diary

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'Faking of quickness'

"On this bleary white afternoon,
are there fires lit up in heaven
against such faking of quickness
and light, such windy discoursing?

''While November numbly collapses,
this beech tree, heavy as death
on the lawn, braces for throat-
cutting ice, bandaging snow."


--    Edwin Honig, ''November Through a Giant Copper Beach''