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“Just as a dancer, turning and turning, may fill the dusty light with the soft swirl of her flying skirts, our weeping willow -- now old and broken , creaking in the breeze -- turns slowly, slowly in the winter sun, sweeping the rusty roof of the barn with the pale blue lacework of her shadow.”

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Ted Kooser
Ted Kooser

Ted Kooser is a renowned American poet, born on April 25, 1939. His poetry is known for its simplicity and directness, which has earned him a wide readership. Kooser served as the Poet Laureate of the United States and has won numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1993. more

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