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by James Galvin
A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped To the bomb that fell on Hiroshima. The Avant-garde makes me weep with boredom1. Hares are wishes, especially dark ones. That's why twitches2 and fences. That's why switches and spurs. That's why the idiom of betrayal. They forgive us. Their windswayed manes and tails,Their eyes,Affront the winterscrubbed prairie With gentleness. They live in both worlds and forgive us. I'll give you a hint: the wind in fits and starts. Like schoolchildren when the teacher walks in,The aspens jostle for their places And fall still. A delirium3 of ridges4 breaks in a blue streak:A confusion of means Saved from annihilation By catastrophe5. A horse gallops6 up to the gate and stops. The rider dismounts. Do I know him? 点击收听单词发音
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