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Stephen Dobyns

If the distance between us
were as tangible as the ice
that I feel, you would see me
sliding toward you, full of
joy at having found you, sorrow
at having been gone so long.

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

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