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N7M

And she replies in the worst silence of all her woods:
I am Candida with the cane wind.

nov. 20 2015 05:26

N7M

What are you…? they ask.
And she replies: I am the wind that wants a flag.
I am the mirror of your picture
until you make me the marvel of your life.
Yes, I am one and none, pin and pine, snow and slow,
America’s attic, an empty room,
a something possible, a chance, a dance
That is not danced. A cold kingdom.

nov. 20 2015 05:26

N7M

What should we do then, what should we do…? they ask,
out of the factories rattling a new war,
on all the Sundays time has rocked into motion
What should we do then…? they ask, English and French,
Ukrainians, Poles and Finns. at the drugstore corners
of streets extended to the ultimate seas
of their defended but ambiguous city.
-Suffer no more the vowels of Canada
to speak of miraculous things with a cleft palate-
let the Canadian,
with glacie...
nov. 20 2015 05:27