I came across this poem just now. It is an old favorite:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/16742
And here is the poet himself reading it aloud:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiDjqIEQb4M
You will notice the misprint in line 9. It struck me as wrong, and Stafford’s reading is the way I remember it. “Some year” makes much more sense. A good poem is so closely wrought that even a small change can make a real difference.
On that note, I recalled a story by Ray Bradbury:
http://www.weylmann.com/The%20Lake.pdf
To me, this is Bradbury at his best, although it is no way science fiction. Magical realism, maybe, but even that is a stretch.
Try getting clear through either one, reading it aloud. Come on, just try.
And, while the note still holds, a great read: In the Woods by Tana French. When I read it last year, it knocked me off my chair in a way that whodunits seldom do. And I read it at more or less the same time that I read Carlos Ruiz Zafon’s The Shadow of the Wind, so I was in quite a state for awhile.
These all seem to resonate with each other. Each involves some kind of “time machine.