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  To write a poem standing up, I hadn’t thought of it, but these days one must be vigilant, as everywhere, there are drones with rows of eyes and ears like vamp...

  I am gone like a shadow at evening;I am shaken off like a locust.  -Psalm 109 A father sobs. His shoulders shake.It’s still early in the night. More thermite,...

Denim woman reads a gardenWounds heal in fragrance of forest Skein of sea under silver wash of skySleeping soil beneath eucalyptus leavesRush of winged elm seed...

   Ought we not, from time to time, open ourselvesto cosmic sadness? … She was young, only 27, with faraway eyes,clear, and penetrating. A Dutch Jew, ...