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Page 113 from Issue 101

Page 113 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly IV its eyes barely closed in the night a plant drinks light which our eyes can't see thought, for it, is its patience and the air, water and sunlight are patient in their lightning-flash touches for the plant, ...
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Page 114 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly pedestrians brush past each other impatient to be back beneath the skylight with the contents of their illuminated boxes the hidden word enthuses listen my heart O listen to the gentle night which... the Hotel Baudelai ...
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Page 115 from Issue 101

Page 115 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly once more to be a sorcerer's apprentice apprentice diviner to stanch time's long wound with a child's lips the scar breaks open again at daybreak VII priestesses climb the hill a book on each ...
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Page 117 from Issue 101

Page 117 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly trampling the childish lines of her palm, black woman Earth X my children whom I never knew one passing a chamois-cloth over a long steel flank the other clasping and wrenching apart two hands like wing-stumps both of ...
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Page 118 from Issue 101

Page 118 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly one by one, light whisks off the slipcovers in abandoned houses raises the flag again on the roof-peak and in the liberated windows poises on the highest portal a triumphal arch 118 Issue 101 page ...
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Page 120 from Issue 101

Page 120 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Roman Spring The wow of zinc hoardings in the tramontane. with naked bodies on them (a cellulite pill) (Hope they don't catch cold in this lapidary weather); artichokes and underwear in each market stall; rain ...
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Page 122 from Issue 101

Page 122 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Fish Tea Rice It is on the earth that all things transpire, and only on the earth. On it, up out of it, down into it. Wading and stepping, pulling and lifting. The heft in the seasons. Knowledge in the bare ankle under ...
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Page 123 from Issue 101

Page 123 from Issue 101 The Precision There is a modesty in nature. In the small of it and in the strongest. The leaf moves just the amount the breeze indicates and nothing more. In the power of lust, too, there can be a quiet and clarity, a fusion of exa ...
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Page 145 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly complexes, without suffering, without irony. He has succeeded. He lifted the notebook from the table. At the very touch of its covers, he felt, nobody knows why, a wave of bitterness drowning him from his toes up to hi ...
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Page 146 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly They again raised up their glasses and clinked them, and kissed each other once more, and again promised to see each other more often, because it's such a pity not to. Cristian Grecu had a room on the second f ...

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