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Stephen Dobyns

Even now the moon grows more swollen and the stars
throb deep in their black pockets. Bite me, bite me!

— Stephen Dobyns, from “Pablo Neruda,” Velocities: New and Selected Poems 1966-1992 (Viking Penguin, 1994)

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