October 2011
6 posts
Poetry 365: Grief, Stephen Dobyns →
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Trying to remember you is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewherev people are waiting. They have drunk nothing for days. Your name was the food I lived on; now my mouth is full of dirt and ash. To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now,…
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