“My skies rise higher and hang younger stars.”

I can’t tell you how much I love this poem, “Becoming Anne Bradstreet,” by Irish poet Eavan Boland. I love poems that “talk” to other poems, but I especially like the spare couplets in this poem, which traces connections, real and imagined, between the speaker (identifying as the poet) and Anne Bradstreet.

Image courtesy of Supertrooper / Freedigitalphotos.net

Image courtesy of Supertrooper / Freedigitalphotos.net

It’s also lovely to read how deeply affected a writer of poetry can be by being a reader of poetry.

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