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Thank you. I love the Fall colors at Middlebury & Bread Loaf, which are usually strike me in a different way from those in North West Tennessee. I wrote a poem, sitting in a porch chair at the Bread Loaf Inn November 1, 2003: "'├ęclaircies' defined - on the art of translation" (TBob 11.01.03) but does my native notion come to me as bookish weather wisdom marching in columned cadence now from lofty heights of Mount Lexique; or does it speak to me in soft sly smile of sun-dappled high meadow, in cloud-breaks over fallowed field revealing work-scared years in furrow shadows?

by Robert D. Peckham (not verified)