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falling back

Did you remember to set your clocks back last night? Or did you get that sweet treat of looking at your bedside clock and suddenly remembering, Oh, I have another hour? The days are darker now, but no colder yet. Enjoy the first real fall Sunday, and enjoy the poems below, happily lifted from this weekend’s Falling Back: Poems for Fall column in the Times.


Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends

into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

— Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize and author, most recently, of “Swan: Poems and Prose Poems”

. . . . .

Light Verse

It’s just five, but it’s light like six.
It’s lighter than we think.
Mind and day are out of sync.
The dog is restless.
The dog’s owner is sleeping and dreaming of Elvis.
The treetops should be dark purple,
but they’re pink.

Here and now. Here and now.
The sun shakes off an hour.
The sun assumes its pre-calendrical power.
(It is, though, only what we make it seem.)
Now in the dog-owner’s dream,
the dog replaces Elvis and grows bigger
than that big tower

in Singapore, and keeps on growing until
he arrives at a size
with which only the planets can empathize.
He sprints down the ecliptic’s plane,
chased by his owner Jane
(that’s not really her name), who yells at him
to come back and synchronize.

— Vijay Seshadri, author of “The Long Meadow”


in which i “mea culpa”

Hi there.

It’s been a while!

I’m really sorry kiddos! I’ve been busy in the past month plus.

Also, I’m an airhead.

Please don’t leave me?

Immediately after rocking the GREs (kindly see last post), I visited my boyfriend in California.

I was a real brat about leaving. Leaving the incredible food that I’m so (so) spoiled with every time, the wonderful family, the weather. THE WEATHER. Because after California, we went back east to DC.

Do you know how hot August in DC is?

It is in the nineties everyday, at least. It is so hot that government literally leaves town. They just clear out! I am not making this up.

(But I still love you, DC.)

Then we went to New York for a few days. We had tapas, pizza, a surprise party, and — shockingly — a hotel room! This is the first time I’ve stayed in a hotel since starting school there. (I think.) It was great, by which I mean air conditioned. Even though there were traffic police leaving the building when we went in? Awkward.

Then we went back to Iowa City. A rain forest had sprouted in our absence!

I chopped it down. It took AGES! And sorry, I don’t have an after shot, but all that canopy in the upper left — chopped! Pruned! Weeds eliminated. I’m really proud of it.

Then we went to Des Moines for the day. The capitol building is seriously gorgeous. We even got a private tour of the law library and Supreme Court, since there were so few people there. And we’re famous.

Then my mom came to visit. We ate everywhere! (Maybe I’ll share some reviews later on…) THEN we went to Kansas City. AND NOW, Mom has gone back to DC and Billy has too!, for a job interview. HOOOOO BOY.

Now? Here I am, just me and “The Office.” Or “Dancing With The Stars.” Depending on the commercials. Seriously though: did you know Bristol Palin, the Situation, David Hasselhoff, Michael Bolton, AND Florence Henderson are all on this season?

I never watched before.

Now I may.

Just me, television, and Chinese take-out. Don’t mind if I do.

flying the coop

And poof! We’re gone! From Iowa, that is, but DON’T WORRY: iowasthinking will keep on keepin’ on throughout what is sure to be a fascinating, if morbidly hot summer in Washington, DC. So I hope you stick around.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE. Before we head to our respective coastal homes, we’re going on vacation! B and I are spending the next three days in New York, and the next ten after that in Paris and Brittany, where half of my family lives. In the former, we’re looking forward to Nutella crêpes, the Orsay, Vélib’ (has anyone done this? i can’t wait!), drinking wine in sidewalk cafes, and staying literally one block from the city’s best falafel joint. In the latter, it’s all about real crêpes, langoustines, the ocean, visiting Pont Aven, and seeing the family.

I will try to update here periodically, but may be too busy wearing a beret.

Finalement: yesterday, Billy and I removed the air conditioning unit from our bedroom window. All part of closing down the house. And you know, we’d been hearing an awful lot of chattering on the other side of it for a couple weeks. We found out why.

Some little bird thought it’d be a terribly clever idea to build a nest inside the window sill, literally underneath the A/C. Of course, we can’t begrudge her the space. It’s sheltered from the elements, and tucked away from predators, and if we enormous home-wrecking humans hadn’t come along, probably would have stayed that way until her fledgling flew the coop. (Of course, if we hadn’t put the A/C there in the first place, would she have had that wonderful nest nook for as long as she did? Doubtful.)

We left as much nest as we could — there was serious brush, guys — and sort of nudged the straw-and-egg tangle forward so the window could shut without crushing anything. I’ve heard that mama birds don’t return to the nest if it’s been meddled with (I wore rubber gloves so my human scent wouldn’t get on it!), but I hope this one does. She’s got all summer to raise a family.