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Page 108 from Issue 101

Page 108 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly The Facts David Baker How far on one wing the night whistle flew to our lives, long note from the railway cross¬ road over highways and fields every night: midnight's freight on time. The neighborhood shut dow ...
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Page 109 from Issue 101

Page 109 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly drying black weeds, and decided to fly. It must have been great speed swept one deer past a fence in the dark, clamor of asphalt onto our trim yards. It must have seen that scrubbed window as grass, a spread of meadow ...
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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

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 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 119 from Issue 101

Page 119 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Two Poems Karl Kirchwey Skin Cards Pliny tells how a man once fell in love with Praxiteles' Cnidean Venus. He visited her at night, and his embrace left stains on the marble where the thighs cleave. O perfumed ...
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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 148 from Issue 101

Page 148 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Three Poems Alan Michael Parker The Vandals In the poem about the vandals, the vandals Back their Dodge 4 x 4 up to the door Of the abandoned town hall and theater. In untied boots, they carry in their canvas bags And ...
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Page 153 from Issue 101

Page 153 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Meeting the Barbarians Ha Jin Cherish those from a distant land. —Confucius The First European Having waited for twenty years— preaching the Gospel along the coast, poring over our classics at night, finally he was sum ...
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Page 159 from Issue 101 A Parade TriQuarterly Having caned his ass and tied his hands we fixed a chain around his neck and took him to the street An official beat a gong ahead of us while two men were thrashing the criminal's back with rattans Hu ...

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