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lower half has gone numb," she said. "I can't feel a thing." ... . When I reached her lips with mine, they were cold. She was already dead. I waited the last hour in the ... impossible. From the chair, the girl called to me. I sat down again beside her and took her hand. "My ...
Dora," my brother said. Dora was an island elephant. The island was close to where the sun set. In the ... Page 58 from Issue 91 TRIQUARTERLY Dora's Island "Let's go look for ... very center of the island was a day's worth of sky. The sky hid the town. The town hid the ...
moons on my neck. Oh shiver. Oh shadow. Touch me without your hands.                *   Delirious, ... astonishes my lips in the cold water.                 *   Brand me with your mouth—your teeth leave little ...               *   I stare at your face all evening. Firelight collects in the crater below your eye as I trade my ...
Fall / Winter 2002
for--deer, tree, hands---over granite walls. But tonight I can say words like astronomy and astral with ... we've appraised and cataloged. And more: we've traced our gem-colored planets as easily as the ... jade of fireflies orbiting about us; we've soared into space in little named metal machines, ...
two soldiers inert on the sand under the sun, a dropped rifle, the haze of dust still floating on the ... Dekker, half crumpled on the ground, props himself on one arm, holds his other hand to his belly. Blood ... " His son stares at the dead soldier, then at his father. He takes halting steps, like ...
the childlessness of her husband's lover, who becomes associated with the cold, barren moon ... Page 242 from Issue 80 Plath's last poems show an increasing awareness that her cycles of ... sea's pivot." (CP, p. 271). Plath's last two poems, completed on February 5, both use ...
Page 27 from Issue 80 Tabula Rasa? Titivate: cosmetic task like cleaning up a cluttered desk to ... blanketv-blank embarrassed blotter's doodles, indelible dead letters dictated but not signed indeed by ... the effete influential dead whose symptoms I cannot deny: Tennyson's elbow Housman's ...
their orbits As if they would lie barearse to the sun, giving nothing growth 3. I Sonecold we say. In ... nothing That it is stone, that it is cold, that it is chosen for sepulchres Nothing in that: bones picked ... clean as a stick with the seasons drained out, a stone flag, a perpetual lament for dead people And ...
moons orbiting new planets, or stars that died so long ago their light is but a celestial whisper —& ... our mothers—how they dirtied their hands sculpting us from the mud of their gardens, how a nigga can ... & the hands that prepared it. & bless the times we, almost, slipped free of our mannish skins to ...
Richard Blanco
planets as easily as the jade of fireflies orbiting about us; we've soared into space in little ... what we had no words for--deer, tree, hands---over granite walls. But tonight I can say words like ... named metal machines, taken the moon, photographed worlds beyond worlds: 96 Issue 112 page Richard ...

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