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June 13, 2009
forwarding address

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Posted: June 13th, 2009, 11:19am EDT by tree

here, now.
June 09, 2009
I breathed in at night, I’m sure it was you

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Posted: June 9th, 2009, 10:56am EDT by tree

I breathed in at night, I’m sure it was you And in the morning, in the creases on my skin And in my eyes, around my mouth, You again. I washed my face of you, Every limb, between my fingers and toes And my teeth – cleaned of you. But here you are – Rubbed on my face, sprayed on my hair, Squeezed on [...]
June 07, 2009
The Future

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Posted: June 7th, 2009, 1:23pm EDT by tree

[...] Nobody would have asked for the ice storm that takes down trees and knocks the power out, leaving nothing but two buckets of snow melting on the wood stove and candlelight so weak, the old man sitting at the kitchen table can hardly see to play cards. Yet how else but by the old woman’s laughter when he mistakes a jack for a [...]
June 06, 2009
Time does not bring relief

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Posted: June 6th, 2009, 11:52am EDT by tree

[...] I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; Edna St. Vincent Millay
June 05, 2009
Cafe Scheherezade

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Posted: June 5th, 2009, 8:40am EDT by tree

[...] Yes, he was free. And alone. The thought appealed to him in a curious way. To be alone was to feel light, to be stripped back to essentials, to a bare mattress in a three-tiered bunk, to his wired shoes and the rags on his back. But, at the same time, it brought back an [...]
June 03, 2009
As Far as Cho-Fu-Sa

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Posted: June 3rd, 2009, 8:45am EDT by tree

If you are coming down the narrows of the river Kiang, let me know beforehand and I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-Fu-Sa. The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter , Li Po translated by Ezra Pound What I am, ever, is this: composure of stone. Spare weather visiting the garden, small as the hours I keep watch by. Beyond [...]
June 02, 2009
Poem at Altitude

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Posted: June 2nd, 2009, 9:32am EDT by tree

Whatever you take with you into ascent, whatever you bring with your body into the half air, the world above this one, whatever you carry, whatever is the design of your needs, take these, too, these words which weigh nothing, can’t be forbidden, won’t be detected, confiscated, stripped from you in the naked light of security, which at the end is a lie, whatever is [...]
June 01, 2009
If They Come in the Night

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Posted: June 1st, 2009, 8:21am EDT by tree

[...] I said, I like my life. If I have to give it back, if they take it from me, let me not feel I wasted any, let me not feel I forgot to love anyone I meant to love, that I forgot to give what I held in my hands, that I forgot to do some little piece of the work that wanted to [...]
May 31, 2009
When a Woman Loves a Man

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Posted: May 31st, 2009, 9:15am EDT by tree

[...] Ripe apples fall about them. What else can they do but eat? David Lehman
May 29, 2009
Quarantine

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Posted: May 29th, 2009, 10:09am EDT by tree

[...] Also what they suffered. How they lived. And what there is between a man and a woman. And in which darkness it can best be proved. Eavan Boland