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Mark Strand

It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on. Grass beside the road, a tree rattling its black leaves. So what? The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything. One foot in front of the other. The hours pass. One foot in front of the other. The years pass. The colors… Continue reading Mark Strand

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Canadian-American Culture · Canadian-American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Mark Strand

I stopped to rest in a place where an especially Thick mist swirled up from the river. Someone, Who claimed to have known me years before, Approached, saying there were many poets Wandering around who wished to be alive again. They were ready to say the words they had been unable to say— Words whose… Continue reading Mark Strand

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