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Raptus (Penguin Poets)
by
“in the two bleached
cavities of the heart, by the ridge of
larches at the edge of these woods I will keep
looking for something to live for
that has its origins in you, its goodness from you,
its hope wrestled from the faith you have in
spaciousness —
we increase our own pain,
we increase our own confusion.” - “The Interior”
(so silly, to call this a life having lived it so long without Joanna Klink's poems)
by
“in the two bleached
cavities of the heart, by the ridge of
larches at the edge of these woods I will keep
looking for something to live for
that has its origins in you, its goodness from you,
its hope wrestled from the faith you have in
spaciousness —
we increase our own pain,
we increase our own confusion.” - “The Interior”
(so silly, to call this a life having lived it so long without Joanna Klink's poems)
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Finished Reading
June 12, 2018
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