When I think of it now, the danger, the eventual gunshots echoing off gray brick, I remember the panicked yells of inquiry, two wild, one found only in cultivation. A vessel in Juan’s brain begins to bleed. We go on and we tremble, return to sip coffee quietly.
Santee Frazier, “The Robbery”
Josephine Miles, “Fields of Learning”
Linda Kunhardt, “Order”
Frank Stanford, “Pits”
Martín Espada, “Imagine the Angels of Bread”
XP, that second stanza ... oh, oh, oh
Oh my, anothe cento miracle. I'm with Janie on that second stanza. Also, the title, which I assume refers to Wordsworth famous quote about poetry "takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." A perfect title.