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Seeing the Eclipse in Maine by Robert Bly

Seeing the Eclipse in Maine

by Robert Bly

(published in 1997, and here)


It started about noon. On top of Mount Batte,

We were all exclaiming. Someone had a cardboard

And a pin, and we all cried out when the sun

Appeared in tiny form on the notebook cover.


It was hard to believe. The high school teacher

We'd met called it a pinhole camera,

People in the Renaissance loved to do that.

And when the moon had passed partly through


We saw on a rock underneath a fir tree,

Dozens of crescents-made the same way-

Thousands! Even our straw hats produced

A few as we moved them over the bare granite.


We shared chocolate, and one man from Maine

Told a joke. Suns were everywhere--at our feet.




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