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2576209
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Eighteen-layered canvases were prized by both of them, regardless of whose work appeared on top.
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17972015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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17322012
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The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
Wind ruffles feathers
My ego and vanity also/
encourage me not to wear a mask.
An aberration/
that general circumstances/
will remedy, and soon.
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21442013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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2701207
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Well, it’s a cold dance we dance this morning. You are up at the crack of dawn and the bed is empty even before you leave. I pretend to sleep so I can revel in the delicious morning ritual I know will be ending soon. I hear you brew coffee, shower, tal
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8382021
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She bought a lamp that looked like a woman's leg in a fishnet stocking, you know the one, to provide warm, yellow light under her desk.
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26372015
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Arriving at the pier I see a sailboat in dead wind.
"That is pathos," Magritte says,
pointing to a barnacle.
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14142019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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2727209
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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23962012
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...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...
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23282012
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burnt-up leaves rustle and fall
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17502011
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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22942017
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My glasses fog up every time I go to collect her from the pool. I'll never get used to glasses. When my sight got suddenly worse the day she was born, I didn't tell anyone. As she turned from baby to child, my love for her grew, and my world got smaller,
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29482013
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disorderly black squirrels / inhabit upper Michigan
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28162013
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I heard today about your friend
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20232014
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In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.
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44032011
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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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17872012
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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1982208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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21652011
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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15192011
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There was a form to it, not reproduction. I wanted to write Moby Dick without a man in it. [I wanted to write Moby Dick with only a woman in it.] But I didn't do it. It's like a seven-year diary, and it did happen. I might write it as memory then.
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1981205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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8042016
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Tongs, uvulas, money. Love. But really, silence.
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6182017
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Betty shakes herself out of her reverie and sprinkles a bit more salt on Frank's meatloaf. Over the last few weeks, usually when she's in the kitchen, her mind wanders to Florida. Betty loves Florida, loves the retirement community where her sister Esther lives.She pours…
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22202012
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I drove to you in April / and you loved me all through Illinois
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24772015
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The tailfins of our ’57 Plymouth Fury dip and rock from the stress: Three boys—say no more?—jumping into the car. And Dad, loading suitcases into the trunk, working them around the steel cooler heavy with Cokes, root beers, ice. He slams the trunk lid dow
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3965208
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Writers, hopeful ones, hopeless ones, poets and petty penmen, worked as bartenders, librarians, substitute teachers, anything.
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20062018
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18572011
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We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
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