seasons
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EPIGRAMS
sniffing around behind Carmine Starnino I found it, and alas, it was utterly restored The initial day of a calendar serves as a historical time-lapse camera. And, basically, it is the same day that keeps recurring in the guise of holidays, which are days of remembrance. The dream of life is dreamed on a bed…
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“Aubade Sung at Laetare a Year Ago” by Guillaume Apollinaire
It’s spring come out Esther you should Take a walk in the pretty woods The hens are clucking in the yard Dawn’s pink folds are shooting skyward And love is coming to steal your heart Mars and Venus have come back anew They give each other mad kisses An innocent interlude While beneath the fluttering…
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“Asylum” by Kevin Young
Even the dead have their day. Even the dead know sanctuary— I sat myself down beneath a tree like a cathedral ceiling, asking the leaves to tide over me. Lift up & walk the place, let the rocks fill your shoes. Nearby, the steady sound of a rake, a giant hand gathering what once was…
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