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Larry Levis

And this? This is the most unscrupulous thing of all. These       scratchings all night, These inquiries because you are not there, have become, simply,       you, white paper Desiring the darkening effects of ink until, late at night, it is black       trees, White snow. – Larry Levis, from “5. Coney Island Baby,” in… Continue reading Larry Levis

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Galway Kinnell

What do they sing, the last birds coasting down the twilight, banking across woods filled with darkness, their frayed wings curved on the world like a lover’s arms which form, night after night, in sleep, an irremediable absence? — Galway Kinnell, from f “Last Songs,” Body Rags (Houghton Mifflin, 1968)

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