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| "New England Summer", oil, by Roxanne Steed |
It happened suddenly.
He was speaking to his students,
about lines from Shakespeare
when, without warning,
it seemed his words
were made by mountain winds,
his thoughts thrown together
by fires and floods.
He felt like feelings
were falling into him
from far off heights,
like the land of heaven
was here in his classroom
in this quiet part of Connecticut
where commonplace things
usually occur.
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