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Not Telling Anything New
- Ecotone
- University of North Carolina, Wilmington
- Volume 1, Number 2, Winter/Spring 2006
- p. 149
- 10.1353/ect.2006.0055
- Article
- Additional Information
Npt Ielling An Charlotte Matthews You probably know this is a box of gold, woman throwing ashes on the turned garden, the snow that comes down, wind soughing the meadow. I am trying to see things as they are but the moon might disappear while you are looking, the ocean cease to dwell in the sea glass you hold. I was afraid of losing him and it happened. Leaves decompose in water the rain left, tiny punched holes elaborate as lace. The only way I know how to say this is still not right. I saw a bird carry her daughter over the Great Strand River. It gets cold. It gets dark. There are bright specks on the snow. Come, quick, before they fly away. 149 ...