tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80811743865643159052024-02-01T20:51:24.062-08:00her sails filled with dreamcarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.comBlogger654125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-78265056447287333492021-10-16T00:19:00.001-07:002021-10-16T00:39:04.718-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0uRPsTTvSUlazo2ED9H279FmfOZBBWl4lKB4FGAjbpc0Y2o6bGmIvn3_YLuQPFylHjafSqWpifjz7BVA-nywC3YHA9WpuQ2xGiZ7Efqt9KQnodWWsRjwwmPl9oyVK05B0BgNFRYtnLo/s1600/Woman+in+Tulip+Motif+Kimono.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1044" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0uRPsTTvSUlazo2ED9H279FmfOZBBWl4lKB4FGAjbpc0Y2o6bGmIvn3_YLuQPFylHjafSqWpifjz7BVA-nywC3YHA9WpuQ2xGiZ7Efqt9KQnodWWsRjwwmPl9oyVK05B0BgNFRYtnLo/s320/Woman+in+Tulip+Motif+Kimono.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"> <i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> <br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <i>Woman in Tulip Motif Kimono</i>, n.d.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Takahashi Haruka <br /></div>carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-5274617346081342822019-10-19T00:08:00.000-07:002019-10-19T19:51:28.434-07:00<b>At the Clothesline</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Millie was in the backyard hanging the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">laundry. I was watching her from the kitchen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">window. Why does this give me so much pleasure?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Because I love her in a million ways, and because</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I love the idea of clean laundry flapping in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">the wind. It's timeless, a new beginning, a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">promise of tomorrow. Clothespins! God, I love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">clothespins. We should stock up on them. Some</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">day they may stop making them, and then what?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">If I were a painter, I would paint Millie hanging</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">the laundry. That would be a painting that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">would make you happy, and break your heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You would never know what was in her mind, big</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">thoughts, little thoughts, no thoughts. Did she</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">see the hawk circling overhead? Did she</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">hate hanging laundry? Was she going to run away</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">with a sailor? The sheets billowing like sails</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">on an ancient skiff, the socks waving goodbye.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Millie, O Millie, do you remember me? The man</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">who traveled with cloth napkins and loved you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">in the great storm.</span><br />
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James Tate carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-34725899353431079562019-09-22T23:52:00.001-07:002019-10-19T00:31:13.286-07:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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William Eggleston </td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-73744958744151563532015-04-04T01:14:00.001-07:002015-04-04T01:18:22.330-07:00<br />
<span class="line" data-line="1">These Fevered<br class="emily" /> Days - to take<br class="emily" /> them to the<br class="emily" /> Forest
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Where Waters<br class="emily" /> cool around<br class="emily" /> the mosses crawl -
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And shade<br class="emily" /> is all that<br class="emily" /> devastates the<br class="emily" /> stillness
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Seems it<br class="emily" /> sometimes<br class="emily" /> this would<br class="emily" /> be all - </span><br />
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-17220173532380926832015-02-05T00:44:00.001-08:002019-10-07T10:39:21.539-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Michael West</i>, 1930<br />
Jon Boris</td></tr>
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<i> </i>carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-71955335719867331082014-06-24T00:27:00.001-07:002019-10-07T10:40:24.955-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>The Blue Sky - Dana</i>, 1923<br />
Edward Steichen</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-66862538558853051572014-06-16T01:08:00.000-07:002019-10-07T10:51:30.005-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Norma Shearer, Movie Star</i>, ca.1924<br />
Alfred Cheney Johnston</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-38011520940421149342014-06-14T23:06:00.001-07:002019-10-07T11:04:09.820-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Lee Miller</i>, 1928<br>Edward Steichen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Lee Miller</i>, 1929<br />
Man Ray</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-16425041273522830652014-06-10T01:34:00.000-07:002019-10-07T12:53:53.314-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Katherine Dudley</i>, 1922<br />
Alfred Stieglitz</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-25841330410549555772014-04-23T23:55:00.002-07:002014-04-23T23:57:30.904-07:00You are my song, my dark blue dream<br />
Of doves, of winter's drowsy drone,<br />
And sleighs that slow and golden go<br />
Through gray blue shadows on the snow.<br />
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Velimir Khlebnikov, 1907carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-51944265935457243082014-04-11T01:30:00.000-07:002019-10-07T12:55:35.384-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2278388/" target="_blank"><i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i></a> (2014)<br />
Wes Anderson</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-40402194700404216552014-02-07T00:12:00.002-08:002019-10-07T12:57:47.677-07:00<br />
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<i><br /></i>carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-35136358249164043122014-02-05T01:39:00.002-08:002019-10-07T12:58:46.525-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Jane Smith Evans</i>, 1949<br />
Walker Evans</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-68253858013441250082014-02-04T00:42:00.002-08:002019-10-07T12:59:42.103-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Charis</i>, 1934<br />
Edward Weston</td></tr>
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-3859157940020335342014-02-02T00:25:00.003-08:002019-10-07T13:00:39.000-07:00<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Ice Hockey in the Evening</i>,<i> Vilnius</i>, 1971<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i>Untitled</i>, 1931<br />
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carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-30898777820798490152014-01-03T12:58:00.002-08:002019-10-07T13:02:50.491-07:00<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0041771/"><i>Puce Moment</i></a> (1949)<br />
Kenneth Angercarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-1735410346169445342013-10-24T01:54:00.000-07:002013-10-24T02:10:53.169-07:00<b>Sestina</b><br />
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September rain falls on the house.<br />
In the failing light, the old grandmother<br />
sits in the kitchen with the child<br />
beside the Little Marvel Stove,<br />
reading the jokes from the almanac,<br />
laughing and talking to hide her tears.<br />
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She thinks that her equinoctial tears<br />
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house<br />
were both foretold by the almanac,<br />
but only known to a grandmother.<br />
The iron kettle sings on the stove.<br />
She cuts some bread and says to the child,<br />
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<i>It's time for tea now</i>; but the child<br />
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears<br />
dance like mad on the hot black stove,<br />
the way the rain must dance on the house.<br />
Tidying up, the old grandmother<br />
hangs up the clever almanac<br />
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on its string. Birdlike, the almanac<br />
hovers half open above the child,<br />
hovers above the old grandmother<br />
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.<br />
She shivers and says she thinks the house<br />
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.<br />
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<i>It was to be</i>, says the Marvel Stove.<br />
<i>I know what I know</i>, says the almanac.<br />
With crayons the child draws a rigid house<br />
and a winding pathway. Then the child<br />
puts in a man with buttons like tears<br />
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.<br />
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But secretly, while the grandmother<br />
busies herself about the stove,<br />
the little moons fall down like tears<br />
from between the pages of the almanac<br />
into the flower bed the child<br />
has carefully placed in the front of the house.<br />
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<i>Time to plant tears</i>, says the almanac.<br />
The grandmother sings to the marvellous stove<br />
and the child draws another inscrutable house. <br />
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<b>Filling Station</b><br />
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Oh, but it is dirty!<br />
--this little filling station,<br />
oil-soaked, oil-permeated<br />
to a disturbing, over-all<br />
black translucency.<br />
Be careful with that match!<br />
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Father wears a dirty,<br />
oil-soaked monkey suit<br />
that cuts him under the arms,<br />
and several quick and saucy<br />
and greasy sons assist him<br />
(it's a family filling station),<br />
all quite thoroughly dirty.<br />
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Do they live in the station?<br />
It has a cement porch<br />
behind the pumps, and on it<br />
a set of crushed and grease-<br />
impregnated wickerwork;<br />
on the wicker sofa<br />
a dirty dog, quite comfy.<br />
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Some comic books provide<br />
the only note of color--<br />
of certain color. They lie<br />
upon a big dim doily<br />
draping a taboret<br />
(part of the set), beside<br />
a big hirsute begonia.<br />
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Why the extraneous plant?<br />
Why the taboret?<br />
Why, oh why, the doily?<br />
(Embroidered in daisy stitch<br />
with marguerites, I think,<br />
and heavy with gray crochet.)<br />
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Somebody embroidered the doily.<br />
Somebody waters the plant,<br />
or oils it, maybe. Somebody<br />
arranges the rows of cans<br />
so that they softly say:<br />
ESSO--SO--SO--SO<br />
to high-strung automobiles.<br />
Somebody loves us all.<br />
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<b>Sunday, 4 A.M. </b><br />
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An endless and flooded<br />
dreamland, lying low,<br />
cross- and wheel-studded<br />
like a tick-tack-toe.<br />
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At the right, ancillary,<br />
"Mary" 's close and blue.<br />
Which Mary? Aunt Mary?<br />
Tall Mary Stearns I knew?<br />
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The old kitchen knife box,<br />
full of rusty nails,<br />
is at the left. A high<i> vox</i><br />
<i>humana</i> somewhere wails:<br />
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<i>The gray horse needs shoeing!</i><br />
<i>It's always the same!</i><br />
<i>What are you doing,</i><br />
<i>there, beyond the frame?</i><br />
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<i>If you're the donor,</i><br />
<i>you might do that much!</i><br />
Turn on the light. Turn over.<br />
On the bed a smutch--<br />
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black-and-gold gesso<br />
on the altered cloth.<br />
The cat jumps to the window;<br />
in his mouth's a moth.<br />
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Dream dream confronting,<br />
now the cupboard's bare.<br />
The cat's gone a-hunting.<br />
The brook feels for the stair.<br />
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The world seldom changes,<br />
but the wet foot dangles<br />
until a bird arranges<br />
two notes at right angles.<br />
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Elizabeth Bishopcarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-76711113136245831372013-10-09T01:08:00.000-07:002013-10-09T01:45:06.729-07:00<b>Skunk Hour</b><br />
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heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;</div>
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her sheep still graze above the sea.</div>
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Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer</div>
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is first selectman in our village;</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled">she’s in her dotage</span>.</div>
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Thirsting for</div>
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the hierarchic privacy</div>
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of Queen Victoria’s century,</div>
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she buys up all</div>
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the eyesores facing her shore,</div>
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and lets them fall.</div>
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The season’s ill—</div>
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we’ve lost our summer millionaire,</div>
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who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean</div>
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catalogue. His nine-knot yawl</div>
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was auctioned off to lobstermen.</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled">A red fox stain covers Blue Hill</span>.</div>
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decorator brightens his shop for fall;</div>
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his fishnet’s filled with orange cork,</div>
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orange, his cobbler’s bench and awl;</div>
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there is no money in his work,</div>
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he’d rather marry.</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled">One dark night</span>,</div>
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my Tudor Ford climbed the <span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-6"><span class="annotation-link-off">hill’s skull</span></span>;</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-7">I watched for love-cars</span>. Lights turned down, </div>
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they lay together, hull to hull,</div>
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where the graveyard <span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-8"><span class="annotation-link-off">shelves</span></span> on the town. . . .</div>
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My mind’s not right.</div>
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A car radio bleats,</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-9"><span class="annotation-link-off">“Love, O careless Love. . . .”</span></span> I hear</div>
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my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,</div>
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as if my hand were at its throat. . . .</div>
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<span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-10"><span class="annotation-link-off">I myself am hell</span></span>;</div>
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nobody’s here—</div>
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only skunks, that search</div>
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in the moonlight for a bite to eat.</div>
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They march on their soles up Main Street:</div>
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white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire</div>
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under the chalk-dry and <span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-11"><span class="annotation-link-off">spar</span></span> spire</div>
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of the Trinitarian Church.</div>
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I stand on top</div>
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of our back steps and breathe the rich air—</div>
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a mother skunk with her <span class="annotation disabled" id="annotation-12"><span class="annotation-link-off">column</span></span> of kittens swills the garbage pail </div>
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She jabs her wedge-head in a cup</div>
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of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,</div>
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and will not scare.<br />
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<i>Apple Tree, Abbeville</i>, before 1900<br />
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<i>Untitled Film Still #36</i>, 1979<br />
Cindy Shermancarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-5673456827774641602013-07-27T01:28:00.001-07:002013-07-27T01:29:30.704-07:00<br />
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<i>Untitled</i>, 1928<br />
Herbert Bayercarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081174386564315905.post-57476627234179682212013-07-19T00:21:00.000-07:002013-07-19T00:21:48.494-07:00<b>Love Is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely</b><br />
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love is a deep and a dark and a lonely<br />
and you take it deep take it dark<br />
and take it with a lonely winding<br />
and when the winding gets too lonely<br />
then may come the windflowers<br />
and the breath of wind over many flowers<br />
winding its way out of many lonely flowers<br />
waiting in rainleaf whispers<br />
waiting in dry stalks of noon<br />
wanting in a music of windbreaths<br />
so you can take love as it comes keening<br />
as it comes with a voice and a face<br />
and you make a talk of it<br />
talking to yourself a talk worth keeping<br />
and you put it away for a keen keeping<br />
and you find it to be a hoarding<br />
and you give it away and yet it stays hoarded<br />
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like a book read over and over again<br />
like one book being a long row of books<br />
like leaves of windflowers bending low<br />
and bending to be never broken<br />
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Carl Sandburgcarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05956428545246585024noreply@blogger.com0