When I think of Nebraska poems, I mostly think of Ted Kooser and “So This Is Nebraska,” which celebrates the slow vastness of the state with an assertive universal and personal “you.” This poem by ...
“We think of him as safe beneath the steeple,” writes poet and Anglican priest Malcolm Guite, “But he is with a million displaced people/ On the long road of weariness and want./ … His family is up ...
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