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anything more from you now is just gravy —just send me down forgiveness, send me down bearing myself a black cupful of light. Tell Me, What Is the Soul There is a prison room, the floor, cement, in the middle of the room a black pool full of black water. It leads to an invisible canal. Plunder is the pool. Plunder is the canal. By the wall, by a fire, Mandelstam was reciting, in his yellow leather coat, the criminals were listening, they offered him bread and the canned stuff, which he took . . . Mastectomy for Maura They used to make a new breast for you —no you made it: for who, for who— with a bag of birdseed. What happened to your breast? No good to eat, growing darkness, growing light 225 ...

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