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Thursday, Jan. 26, 2006 08:31 am

American life in poetry

Edited by Ted Kooser

Here is a poem by Minnesota’s David Bengtson about the simple pleasure of walking through deep snow to the mailbox to see what’s arrived. But, of course, the pleasure is not only in picking up the mail with its surprises, but in the complete experience — being fully alive to the clean cold air and the sound of the wind around the mailbox door.
What Calls Us
In winter, it is what calls us from seclusion, through endless snow to the end of a long driveway where, we hope, it waits —
this letter, this package, this singing of wind around an opened door.
Reprinted from What Calls Us, a Dacotah Territory Chapbook, 2003, by permission of the author, whose most recent book is Broken Lines: Prose Poems, from Juniper Press, St. Paul, Minn. (2003). Poem copyright ©  2003 by David Bengtson. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.
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