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Olena Kalytiak Davis

… This morning my love
was briefly stuck in my throat
as I remembered all the soil
and sadness, remembered seeing you
on certain streets and corners, remembered
all the rubble and the clang. Remember

how it is and isn’t fragile?
How it speaks in ears and fingers
takes days and hours and still
it wants nothing and it wants more?

—  Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “The Gauze of Flowers, a Love Poem,” And Her Soul Out of Nothing. (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

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