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A poem

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Reading in Place

Imagine a poem that starts with a couple Looking into a valley, seeing their house, the lawn Out back with its wooden chairs, its shady patches of green, Its wooden fence, and beyond the fence the rippled silver sheen Of … Continue reading

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Reading in Place

But the reader, out for a stroll in the autumn night, with all The imprisoned sounds of nature dying around him, forgets Not only the poem, but where he is, and thinks instead Of a bleak Venetian mirror that hangs … Continue reading

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The future

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