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Andrew Robin

Pears In Winter

Pears, as if floating, daubed like goldleaf against a heavy snow. 

 

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And deer, come red and chestdeep through the drifts to sniff  

and bare their soft white throats.

 

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(Who painted this kept a pack of docile wolves in the

evenings of their heart.)

 

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Hoofprints, startled: and then launched into flawless leaps over 

the earth.

 

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Pears, faintly swinging, with little crescent moons bitten out.

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Andrew Robin is the author of the poetry collections something has to happen next (University of Iowa Press), good beast (Burnside Review Books), Stray Birds (Kelson Books), and a recent chapbook, Small Pale Telegrams From The World (Sixth Finch Books). Recognitions include the Iowa Poetry Prize, a Poetry Society of America National Chapbook Award, and a Distinguished Teaching Award from the University of Massachusetts Amherst. Andrew lives with his wife Sarah on Lopez Island, where he works as an RN and volunteers as an EMT.

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