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Poems

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  • Duet

    Their quest--what does the human body mean?--

  • Battle Hymn of the Republic

    God, could Kieran sing!—

  • Two Poems

    The clarity of familiar faces

  • Hotline

    The calls came in around the clock. A nunnery in Nova Scotia with a broken clavichord.

  • Paradise

    Our little vacation town in Spain is packed.  The driving, slow. Things have changed

  • Pitty-Pat

    Oleander to the death of horses

  • Stages on a Journey Westward

    All the mapmakers in history

  • The Last Photograph

    a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”

  • Rune

    Not timber or bronze or iridium, not the old habits of species at a waterhole or the short

  • The Walk-Through Heart & The Odyssey of Yes

    my mother lived in a handmade cage

  • November

    Hours ago I was walking with my dog down

  • Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal

    Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,