Rivering: The Poetry of Daphne Marlatt

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Small print for Betsy i how little the reach, what is love love? its impossible repeat attenuated through telephone wire the light letter language of “fax it,” hearts darling and x’s intend body’s imprint, stand in for the unremitting smell of your skin just there at neck’s bony hollow in your hair both kinds that arc the pelvic ridge keys your other speech close up and swollen lips aflare with wet declaration bold face – without which i sleep small print in the white of the page The Poetry of Daphne Marlatt / 31 ...