see it

Ponds

Summer

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Author’s note: Who doesn’t feel a few ways at once about Thoreau? Pure of purpose, yet kind of a know-it-all. But he puts his heart into his experiment, and when I wander off to work on my poems, I feel affinity with him in that I am also conducting an exercise in solitude, undertaking a project that maybe only I find worthwhile, much of which might come out crooked.

Sarah J. Sloat splits her time between Frankfurt and Barcelona, where she works as a news editor. Her book of visual poetry, Hotel Almighty, was recently published by Sarabande Books. You can keep up with her at sarahjsloat.com.

Citation: Thoreau, Henry David. (1854) Walden. Reprint, Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1971.