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Joan Retallack: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]
______________________________________________________________________________________ The Magic Rule of 9 Your sonic suit will never be a perfect fit. You’ll learn to get by. Just don’t assume all art is all…
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“Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie” [by Terence Winch]
Triumphantly, the bone bore no oboe,none at all. It was eerie. I stuck myprohibitory toe in the lane. I hadto unlearn about enemas. Nor was Ian amulet invisible to the mauler.Noel, I cried! Do not…
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“November” [by Thomas Hood]
No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon—No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue—No road—no street—no "t'other side the way"— No end to any Row— No indications where the Crescents go— No top to any steeple—No recognitions of…
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“All Hallows” [by Louise Glück]
Even now this landscape is assembling.The hills darken. The oxenSleep in their blue yoke,The fields having beenPicked clean, the sheavesBound evenly and piled at the roadsideAmong cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises: This is…
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The Poet of Halloween: On Keats’s Birthday [by David Lehman]
Poor Keats. A Scorpio with Virgo rising and, just to clinch the deal, his moon in Gemini. This is the equivalent of being dealt the Fool, the Lovers (inverted), and the Tower as…
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Near Wuhan [by David Shapiro]
I wandered lonely as a mapI had to return to the poisonous, little town of WuhanI played with my father’s ancient microscopeAnd I played with my mother’s telescopeAnd I met my sister’s metronomeAnd I…
