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		In Memory of M. B.2023-12-06by Anna Akhmatova Translated by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloo... 
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		In Memory of Sigmund Freud2023-12-06by W. H. Auden When there are so many we shall have to mourn, when grief has been made so public, and exposed to the critique of a whole epoch the fra... 
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		In Memory of W. B. Yeats2023-12-06by W. H. Auden I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; T... 
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		In Paris2023-12-06by Carl Dennis Today as we walk in Paris I promise to focus More on the sights before us than on the woman We noticed yesterday in the photograph at t... 
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		In Praise of Scribble2023-12-06by Orlando González Esteva Scribbles are the lianas of the forest of our selves. Clinging to them, the primate still in us frolics free. Knotti... 
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		In Tennessee I Found a Firefly2023-12-06by Mary Szybist Flashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clung to the dark of it: the legs of the spider held the tucked wings close, held the abd... 
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		In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever2023-12-06by Wanda Coleman we were never caught we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El Dorado worked odd jobs between delusions of escape drunk on ... 
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		In the Bathroom Mirror2023-12-06by Ralph Burns He continues to ponder And his wife moves next to him. She looks. They look at themselves Looking through the fog. She has a meeting sh... 
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		In the Black Kitchen2023-12-06by David Dodd Lee It begins early, arc crumbling over the yard with its salt bird baths. Then you dream of the banister gleaming, your hand from atop ... 
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		In the Girls'Room2023-12-06by Wendy Mnookin I saw them making out, Sheila whispers from the stall next to mine. We're standing, hidden from each other on opposite sides of t... 
