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Remembered Summer
Troy Jollimore
‘Our conversations faltered, the celestial musicians / took a break between sets, and all the little engines / we had so painstakingly gathered and constructed / lapsed into stillness for a few brief moments.’
The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark
Seamus Heaney
‘I called his name, although I knew / The answer this time would be silence / That kept me standing listening while it grew.’
Two Poems
Jack Gilbert
‘Loneliness is the mother’s milk of America. / The heart is a foreign country whose language none / of us is good at. ’
End of the Pier Show
Michael Hofmann
‘They were fascinated / by what they seemed to have contained.’