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it’s the time
it’s the timethe last sun of autumn’s descendedand the long nights of winter beginthe cook and the kitchener have goneto their rooms but all the bellies are filledand they’re a night and a season away from hungerthe virgin bear enters her bedchamberand nora goes up to her den
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he came to the door of my chamber at elsinore
he came to the door of my chamber at elsinore at the hour in which the legs of chairsand table legs their shadows just begunto appear and i just begun to wake he knocked waited at the door for my feet that all night had warmed themselves under sheets blankets covers under the bedding to…
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tell mother father fed me carp
tell mother father fed me carpcarp fished out of the season of snowmeltand out of the season of high water in the elbeand the march and the april of icicle dripand the may and the june of flood werein the carp father fed me i’m sureit was before i remembered that the late winter and…
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for you i’d want
for you i’d wantthe early morning still blackfacedfrom the night before to enterin through the window upstage centerthe window that’s east facedor have the sun riseor have the morning light makean entrance into the day through that window with layersof makeup and powder on its face to brightenthe stage and with rouge and lipstick and…
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tell the physician
tell the physicianwho steps back to makeplace for the birthof another wintertell him the birth of the winter’s thaw on the childbed is the birth of thewinter’s freeze on the deathbed
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this isn’t the time for someone to hear
this isn’t the time for someone to heara voice from outside the house and wakesit up and rubthe waking into their eyes and stretchstand up from the mattress warmedby the sleeping hours and stepflip a switch on a wall and lightovernight windows time darkenedi bless you alone who heard a few minutes ago speakthe voice…
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tell her the exit
tell her the exitfrom eden was theentrance into winter
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there
thereon the green stage of that leaf that’sa thespian breath in the costume of a ladybug see itdon’t disturb it’sa breath in a costume too smallfor a pregnancy lookwith short legs the round boat of spots it wears is rowedslowly up the leaf watchi’ve watched costumes that colour and with spots like that paddled to…
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november came
november camecame when the last light of october glimmered to the bottom of the westthen went out fellover the appearance of the edgenovember camefilled the one roomedhusband who sleptthe nights on the bed beside herit filled him with a chill that shivered perimetersfilled him withbrittle as the thinice over puddlesthe bedsheet between themit never meltedit…
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i heard the hornblast and turned
i heard the horn blast and turnedsaw the cyclops- eye headlight burn from the dark to the westthought of the pacificand of salmonof b c and of tall trees on mountain slopesfloated through those wheat seas that flourishedon that monumental plainharvests carriedeastward in a series of moments that passedloudly unheard in the darkmoments that becamesomething…
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