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        By Michael Miller
        The shirtless man by the ticket counter
        ? has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
        ? ? of two boys and the cashier with the Star of David
        ? ? ? gathered around and mouthing astonishment

        as he tells the tale behind every...

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        By Richard Wilbur
        One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides???
        The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
        On water; it glides
        So from the walker, it turns
        Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you???
        Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

        The beautiful...

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        By Robert Gibb
        I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
        The three steps of the back porch
        And given me a good once over. All afternoon
        He’s been moving back and forth,
        Gathering odd bits of walnut shells and twigs,
        While all...

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        By David Budbill
        I can feel myself slipping away, fading away, withdrawing
        from this life, just as my father did. When the pain you're in
        is so great you can’t think about or pay attention to anything
        but your own pain, the rest of the world...

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        By Meena Alexander
        I come from the nether regions
        They serve me pomegranate seeds with morsels of flying fish
        From time to time I wear a crown of blood streaked grass.
        Mama beat me when I was a child for stealing honey from a honey pot

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        Appeared in Poetry Magazine The Book of Yeezus

        By Julian Randall
        An arrow does its own form of singing I like to believe
        this means nothing? ? ? ? ? is ever too far
        from the bird that it was? ?I tender the dark
        with a hum we cannot die in? ? a legion

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        Appeared in Poetry Magazine Glosa in Middle Age

        By Kathleen Ossip
        To have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls
        of calendar entries, unsuitably
        boggle-eyed as if new—
        so these are mountains,
        there is horror, which is the subway line
        where I may lay down my creed
        and when will my breath stop
        acidulating like this?
        Exceed, said 27. In...

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        Appeared in Poetry Magazine From "13th Balloon"

        By Mark Bibbins
        Not long ago the Pope decreed
        that unbaptized babies would
        no longer be banished to Limbo
        and that their little souls languishing
        there would be released
        Imagine them getting the papal memo
        and rising in unison? ?unsure
        of ?where to go
        except up? ? ? ?twirling like colossal...

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