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Limbs
- Wayne State University Press
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6 Limbs Outside the window of the gallery, dead branches etch a slow-moving cloud, black against a shifty white. How can I draw dead branches in a poem? A skillful pen or brush could do it with a few dark strokes. Words want to say the branches writhe or ache. They don’t. They’re dead wood, left over in the sky, the past hung up, peeled to the bone. ...
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