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Linda Pastan - Weather
Because of the menace
your father opened
like a black umbrella
and held high
over your childhood
blocking the light,
your life now seems
to you exceptional
in its simplicities.
You speak of this,
throwing the window open
on a plain spring day,
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Lloyd Schwartz - A True Poem ( Read more... ) -
Histories.
Excerpts from a conversation in the Singing Mandrake. September 12th, 1888.
( Who are you, she asked, that you so mirror my delights? )
