Friday, March 10, 2017

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This is a world of books gone flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
This is the time 
of the tragic man
These are the years and the walls and the door

This is me, my country, my people.
This is the time I forgot
that shows my missing watch, the empty hands
this is my absent love.

(Elizabeth Bishop & me)

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(Courtesy of Tom)

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