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i know he tried and i know he died — with his name ringing in my ears and the smell of that upstate home

he knows i tried and he knows how he died — with my name etched into his soul and the fact that mommy let him go

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“The Natural World” by G.E. Patterson

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‘da Kink in My Hair by Trey Anthony

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I Have Drifted Along This River by Richard Aldington

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The Low Countries: Arts and Society in Flanders and the Netherlands Volume 11

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“Dream in a Dream 2″ from Bunga di atas Batu (Flower on a Stone) by Sitor Situmorang

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Virgin Orans from The Glory of Byzantium

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I said, no I wish to be made into a purple and orange butterfly. He coughed down his throat rubbed his hind legs together and said, go and sit down ‘neath yonder mushroom or whatever it is; then with a kick, a hop and a jump he caught a pretty particle floating high in the air and came down and rubbed it in his hands and murmured over it walla walla and with a quick lunge threw it at me. I darted away and when I got into the air I was much surprised to find that I couldn’t fly straight. I stopped and looked at myself and behold I was a brand new purple and orange butterfly with two tails where only one had been and I noticed that my entrails were going tick-tock instead of zip-zop. I called down, thanks mister I’ll do it as good for you some day, and away I flowed back to the land of milk and honey where I knew you’d be gracefully lingering on various boughs and there I found you and you gave me one long penetrating glance and said, somehow you seem different.

“Yes By Jesus No” from Figures of Motion: Selected Writings by Len Lye

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“A Café, and You with the Newspaper” from Almond Blossoms and Beyond by Mahmoud Darwish

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Filling her compact and delicious body with chicken paprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back and only the fact of her husband and four other people kept me from springing on her or falling at her little feet and crying, ‘You are the hottest one for years of nights Henry’s dazed eyes have enjoyed, Brilliance.’ [...] Black hair, complexion African, jewelled eyes downcast... the slob besides her feasts... what wonders is she sitting on, over there? The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars. Where did it all go wrong?

“4” from 77 Dream Songs by John Berryman

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The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew, it is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, and I let down the crystal curtain and watch the moon through the clear autumn.

“The Jewel Stairs’ Grievance” from Cathay by Ezra Pound

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How far, how far, a kiss may bear us like a traveling ship; I slip out of the borderland of consciousness, kiss me again, again.

“Myrtle Bough: VIII” from H.D.: Selected Poems by H.D.

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It’s You, Daddy! by John Wallace

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index of first lines from “fairies and fusiliers” by robert graves (1895-1985)

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from Margery Kempe by Robert Gluck

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… you look like shimmers in the sea.

“Étude planète et astre: no 2, Soleil sur la pluie“ by Miss Journeys

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So that when I wake up in my bed huddled in blankets, warm skin against fresh sea-shelled shell sheets, I can shower in rain every single morning, bathe in the clearest puddles every single night.

“Another vain thought, another selfish dream” by Harmonia