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Page 19 from Issue vol1-no1

all red fires! I'd voice it clear as any flute and wing it off the earth that it might swell ... the vision bursts with fire. His mind, controlled by steel-wrought discipline, Throws flesh, like ... The flickering elusiveness of fire; He cannot touch the crowns of those pale kings Or kiss the hands ...
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Page 277 from Issue 95

Winter 1995/96
is forthcoming from Penguin. Sharon Olds's fifth book of poems, The Wellspring, is being ... Apollon Grigoriev, the latter of which will be published in Russia in 1996. He has also completed ... Czeslaw Milosz's volume, Facing the River: New Poems (1995), on which he col­ laborated with the ...
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Page 136 from Issue 4

scholar's wisdom may be blear-eyed; but it is still wisdom, which survives and redeems the absurdity of its ... mately one with the life process-and that neither process can be seized in its totality through anyone of ... not creative; it remains the symbolization of "all heavenly glory". The ...
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Page 108 from Issue 132

off course, off the scent. Such a wind. Pines shivered, cones came loose. The turkey vultures, wanting ... ground was going. They could smell the meal but couldn't make it stay still. The deer, legs ... rabbits. Tall weeds brushed over like fur. What could not be seen was having its day. The ground threw ...
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Issue 142

Summer/Fall 2012
poems from Sharon Olds. We have fresh creative nonfiction from the likes of Sven Birkerts, Monica ... Sharon Olds Joe Bonomo Dean Rader Thea Brown Brittany Cavallaro Share Tweet ... the fifth issue of TriQuarterly Online, and it's a good one. We're very excited to feature ...
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Page 110 from Issue 80

Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... it want. I know what I want. We will meet, the two of us, in a moment I cannot imagine: for a moment ... the mirror is shattered I will see: my own reflection breaking through, arms out to greet me in its ...
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Page 168 from Issue 89

angles, it seems to possess a liquidity or internal fire that produces remarkable highlights. Presumably ... fibers, pores, resin ducts, medullary rays, and other elements of which the complex structure of wood is ... out the sound peaks, which tends to improve performance of the instrument by smoothing the response ...
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Page 56 from Issue 103

Fall 1998
pine, or this is simply what I say she carried. I look away from life for one second and it spurts ahead ... blackberry flowers and the brushy swabs of horse chestnut. Beyond a clump of Chinese privet with its white ... his shirt. His skin is smooth and unmarked has a deep dusty shine to it. He strokes his chest, places ...
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Page 125 from Issue 132

'n' roll is played," writes Camille Paglia, "a shadow of its gospel roots ... walk up there and take your guitar, and he'll tune it. And then he'll playa piece and ... hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want. In the thermodynamic of ...
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Page 17 from Issue vol1-no1

blue-tinted suns which once Were gold, recalls his youthful plunge, and so None may forget, throws, as ... a burning-glass, converging fire beneath my chills-and-fevered eyes, ablaze with heat of ice, the burning stab of ... diamond point; and I, reciprocating, threw a flame to char the remnants of old panoramas. Retreating ...

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