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all, remember that making poetry is like making love: we will never know if our own joy is shared. It ... Page 196 from Issue 33 dead sea, and sinks and comes to the surface again futilely, the play­ ... thing of every stimulus. The true rate isn't the one who fails in the large things--who has ...
sea Before our human dream (or terror) wove Mythologies, cosmogonies, and love, Before time coined its ... some bright-running creek whose name he does Not know. He drops among the trees face down. (This story ... is true: the man was many men.) The golden air displays the drooping needles Of the ranks of forest ...
Jorge Luis Borges
Thomas di Giovanni The sea Before our human dream (or terror) wove Mythologies, cosmogonies, and love, ... The sea Print Pages:  Page from Issue 13-14 A soldier under Lee (1862) A bullet has caught this ... soldier by the bank Of some bright-running creek whose name he does Not know. He drops among the trees ...
Jorge Luis Borges
Norman Thomas di Giovanni The sea Before our human dream (or terror) wove Mythologies, cosmogonies, and ... has caught this soldier by the bank Of some bright-running creek whose name he does Not know. He drops ... among the trees face down. (This story is true: the man was many men.) The golden air displays the ...
this river, this river carried it off to the sea. I used to have a house up there. All that's ... left is four walls. We had a garden that was a delight... imagine, with so much water nearby to ... eyes. She was carrying a dead baby in her arms; I could see at once that it was dead by the waxen color ...
randomized algorithms, like Metzger’s sculptures, these platforms use human beings. Twitter, Inc. ownsour ... no longer able to verify that history. Enacting as we do so much of our lives online—living as we do ... waters of death, the past’s weight provides our balance; we can drink right from despair, and memory ...
Alan Shapiro
from the mud, hole at the field's edge where we were gathered, the unhallowed dead, the herded ... yowling on all fours, hooting on backs and bellies, smearing black lather over our own, each ... Issue 80 Three Poems Alan Shapiro Mud Dancing Woodstock, 1969 Anonymous as steam, in the steam teased ...

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