At once transcendent and accessible, Sally Sandler’s writing gives voice to her somewhat overshadowed generation of Baby Boomers. She illuminates their shared concerns over the passage of time and fading idealism, the death of parents and loved ones, and the loss of the environment, while maintaining hope for wisdom yet to come. Sandler often writes in classic forms to honor poetry’s roots while also addressing contemporary issues. She is a graduate of the University of Michigan and lives with her husband and her dog, close to children and grandchildren in San Diego, California.
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Yours is not a clear or classic beauty.
Nothing like the leaves of liquidambar,
the flowers of the purple jacaranda,
or stature of the regal redwood tree.
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Silence is the language of their choice—
the mountain peaks holding up the sky
that shoulder it and never question why,
like Atlas propping up the universe.
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Flat as a prairie is my soul …
without canyon, without crest
or cliff or hill to climb and stroll.
Now that death has taken toll,
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Death arrived, and time's too much—
where before there wasn't time
to say I love you near enough—
now I stare, and wonder why
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"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses
to grow sharper."-William Butler Yeats
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