A poem by faculty member Eleanor Wilner appears in the January 2016 issue of Poetry magazine:

Ars Poetica

To grasp, like Prometheus, the fire — without
the power to give it away …
— Betty Adcock

At first a silhouette on the horizon, then
turning solid, like Schiller coming up the path to meet
the adorable sisters, and they, pretending not to watch,
their hearts, all the time, pounding,
driven by the same spring force (that would
tear them apart), the same force that drives
the salmon upriver, against the current, the odds,
back to the home pool, even as
the autumn mind, in spite of itself,
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