Striking new poems from a writer whose lyric gift . . . outstrips all diversionary maneuvers. (Carol Moldaw, The Antioch Review) The light, for as far as afternoons I remember still: how the light that one clear note it gives.
I can see, is that of any number of late
seemed a bell; how it seemed I'd been living
insider it, waiting - I'd heard all about
--from...
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