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Catherine Pierce
probably it will be summer again by Catherine Pierce
Catherine Pierce, Probably It Will Be Summer Again
Poems that reflect and reinterpret the pastoral tradition, by Louise Glück, Alex Dimitrov, Rebecca Lehmann, Sam Sax, Natasha Trethewey, and
Here’s a little pastoral break for your feed! 🌿 JSTOR Daily pulled together ten contemporary poems that play with (and challenge) the pastoral tradition.
Writers include Louise Glück, Alex Dimitrov, Barbara Guest, Rebecca Lehmann, Catherine Pierce, Debora Kuan, Sam Sax, Arielle Greenberg, James Tate, and Natasha Trethewey.
In the Woods All Animals Are Large
By Catherine Pierce
The difference between a cougar stalking a deer through gold leaves and a squirrel dashing over the underbrush is no difference at all, not when you’re listening from your backyard to the woods’ sudden rustling. The robin is the fox is the buck is the bear, one beast of wings and claws and antlers. Your mind is the same kind of chimera, wearing stroke, death, rupture, breathing fire. It’s exhausting, isn’t it, the catastrophizing, the endless possibilities? A relief, then, to sit in your backyard and listen to the crackling leaves. You have no control over an animal that lives outside your head. What’s coming for you could be anything.
April 1, 2026: I Kept Getting Books About Birds, Catherine Pierce
I Kept Getting Books About Birds Catherine Pierce
as if recognizing the yellow-winged one at the feeder, the shiny black one hopping through the grass might somehow become enough. As if knowing grackle or thrush or prothonotary warbler might give me a handle of sorts—something to hold as all around me the books piled up and the hours too, time unrolling like a lush carpet that caught me again and again, foot sinking into the plush, and there went three hours, six days, half a year. I kept getting books about birds as if in the Great Ledger of What I Had Accomplished I could simply fill in some Latin names and notes on skeletal pneumaticity and be done. I kept getting books about birds because those days I had no reason to go to bed, and so the night stretched and yawned and stayed awake, because my corn fritters from scratch didn't pan out, because the garden had all the hot peppers the neighborhood could eat, but the tomatoes stayed hard and green no matter how I coaxed them, because I wanted to write a novel but never made it past a protagonist, because I wanted to understand how some people galloped through their lives as if they were astride tall white horses, and here I was spending my drawn-out days researching ailments and likelihoods. I kept getting books about birds, and they were beautiful, the books, glossy and thin, and I looked at them, and I stroked their smooth covers, but I'd be lying if I said I ever read one. They were so dull, with their migration pattern charts and seed particulars, and I knew as I looked at the congregating backyard starlings or whatever they were that the only real solution was to walk outside and startle them so that they rose in one of their gorgeous rivers, one of their gorgeous bed sheets, one of their gorgeous choreographies of shadow, and to see, at last, in that one bright, cacophonous moment something I had made.
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Unpopular opinions cus its been a long time pt 5
1It would have been infinitelly better if SMeyer showed us Bella wanting to have the good old ✨DeViLs TaNgO✨ with Eddie in Eclipse but also feeling insecure because she sees him as some kind of angel. It would have been way more relatable for teenage girls and not that obviously Mormon inspired
2 Both Katherine and Damon were terrible people and Damon was just redempted for love story purposes. People will just forever defend him even in the earlier seasons because they find him hot. Both of them were manipulative villains but they had different reasons for that and if you have to redeem them you should redeem them both
3 Stydia was one of the best slowburn romances I have seen in a while.They actually have chemistry during their interactions . I just dont care what other people say they are adorable I will defend them no matter what
The Pierces - Thirteen Tales Of Love And Revenge