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Aerin
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Tonight this small room seems too huge to cross.
And my life is that looming kind of place.
Here, left with this alone, and at a loss
I hold an alien and vacant face
Which shrinks away, and yet is magnified--
More so than I seem able to explain.
Tonight the giant galaxies outside
Are tiny, tiny on my windowpane.
from "Snow Melting," which absolutely breaks my heart
— Mar 21, 2019 09:22PM
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And my life is that looming kind of place.
Here, left with this alone, and at a loss
I hold an alien and vacant face
Which shrinks away, and yet is magnified--
More so than I seem able to explain.
Tonight the giant galaxies outside
Are tiny, tiny on my windowpane.
from "Snow Melting," which absolutely breaks my heart
Aerin
is on page 81 of 288
A circle widens beneath my cloth, the years
Of dust rubbed from the wavy windowpanes.
Bits of planets, burst stars have sifted down,
Dust from remote globes of the universe
Drops in our closets, piles in corners softly,
Swirls in sunrays toward boxes we'll unpack,
Around the clocks and mirrors under sheets;
The clouds I shake from carpets give it back
from "Dusting"
— Mar 21, 2019 12:48PM
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Of dust rubbed from the wavy windowpanes.
Bits of planets, burst stars have sifted down,
Dust from remote globes of the universe
Drops in our closets, piles in corners softly,
Swirls in sunrays toward boxes we'll unpack,
Around the clocks and mirrors under sheets;
The clouds I shake from carpets give it back
from "Dusting"
Aerin
is on page 27 of 288
How many students really cared to solve
History’s riddles? — in hundreds on the shelves,
Where men trying to think about themselves
Must come to grips with grief that won’t resolve,
Blackness of headlines in the daily news,
And buildings blown away from flights of stairs
All over Europe, tanks in empty squares,
The burning baby carriages of Jews.
from “There Are No Dead”
— Mar 20, 2019 07:59AM
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History’s riddles? — in hundreds on the shelves,
Where men trying to think about themselves
Must come to grips with grief that won’t resolve,
Blackness of headlines in the daily news,
And buildings blown away from flights of stairs
All over Europe, tanks in empty squares,
The burning baby carriages of Jews.
from “There Are No Dead”
Aerin
is on page 10 of 288
Man is not a god, that's what you said
After your heart gave out, to comfort me
Who came to comfort you but sobbed to see
Your heartbeat zigzagging on a TV overhead.
You knew the world was in a mess, and so,
By God, were you; and yet I never knew
A man who loved the world as much as you,
And that love was the last thing to let go.
from "Walking Home"
— Mar 19, 2019 01:45PM
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After your heart gave out, to comfort me
Who came to comfort you but sobbed to see
Your heartbeat zigzagging on a TV overhead.
You knew the world was in a mess, and so,
By God, were you; and yet I never knew
A man who loved the world as much as you,
And that love was the last thing to let go.
from "Walking Home"
