Jared Carter’s most recent book of poems, The Land Itself, is from Monongahela Books in Morgantown, West Virginia. He lives in Indiana.
Wanderer
Where all the hills are silent now,
and through the trees
The wind, that once shook every bough
and blossom, leaves
Only the slightest breath. Here, birds,
now half asleep,
Content with songs that have no words,
find shelter deep
Within the forest. Here, release
from constant quest,
From endless pathways. Soon, like these,
you too shall rest.
Clementine Unbound 
This poem was beautiful. It was the first thing I read this morning, and it set the tone for my day. The images are ethereal and the poem is deceptively simple in its structure and sound. I love the skillful use of enjambment and the rhymes (which are not forced, thank you!). They seem natural, as befits the poem itself.
This poem compels me to check out more poetry by this writer.
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In welchem Film wurden russische Spione mit “Warte nur, balde ruhest auch du. Wiederhole…” Für Attentate aktiviert?
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Sorry, I wanted to ask and not to comment and in German.
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I do not know the answer to that, sorry.
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