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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that specter reignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to Continue reading
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i wrote leopold a letter
i wrote leopold a letterthe bishopric of passau is blacktrimmed with corded scarletwith scarlet buttons fastenedi asked that he abandon itasked that he wear insteadthe archduchy of austria golden silk with scarletand silver threads embroideredwith sleeves and a codpiece prominentyour plan to go to antwerpto sit and listen to nora play on her recorderto watch Continue reading
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i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up
i’ve wondered if marcellus could look up see through cloud see through the sun see through the worlds that circledeach other like gladiators the pathsby which they circled see allall the way to where the hand wrote watchthe hand writehe never asked my thoughts saidhe knew they conspired evil Continue reading
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these are the january and the february hours after midnight
these are the january and the february hours after midnighther sleepless attendant opens the door to her bedchambersees by candlelight how nora’s body motionless on the bed’sbecome a row of mountains under snowdrifts of deep sheepskinin a dark cave embraced by white ribs her heart’s a beara bear that warms the ribs and is warmed Continue reading
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marcellus was a coin
marcellus was a coin taxed from an estate to help pay for claudius’ warson the face of the coin wherewas claudius’ head engravedand on the hind side where marcellus’ worthmarcellus didn’t thinkhis was a peasant’s heartin a skin of soldier’s mail he pulsedin a steel shellin his heart he knew allbut his heart never thought Continue reading
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in her den dark bedchamber nora
in her den dark bedchamber noralast night before the year endedfull bellied and empty bladdered creptin a thin snow of chemise from her bedsideprayers up onto a thin snow of bedsheetwith every sundown begins a winter Continue reading
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made more by the danish coloured tunic he wore
made more by the danish coloured tunic he woreover the linen field of undershirt he’d laboured in a skin of sweat and dust for weeks before out of his rank he reacheda dirt worked hand that had clawed fields fistedknuckled at my slept- in nakedness of clothes unflaggedof pennants of banners of emblems the horrorto Continue reading
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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 Continue reading
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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 Continue reading
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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 Continue reading
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