the sustained one note of obligatory
hope, taken in, like a virus,
before the body grows accustomed to it and it
becomes
natural again—yes breathe it in,
the interlude,
the lull.
—from “The Violinist at the Window, 1918”, Jorie Graham, Poetry, March 2008
hope, taken in, like a virus,
before the body grows accustomed to it and it
becomes
natural again—yes breathe it in,
the interlude,
the lull.
—from “The Violinist at the Window, 1918”, Jorie Graham, Poetry, March 2008
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