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    David Lawrence
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    Jill Hoffman
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    Doug Dorph
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    Harry Waitzman
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    Terry Phelan
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    Mary du Passage
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    Terry Phelan
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  Robert Grant Silverware                 (after Donald Hall) Doing the dishes after she            died, he was struck by the weight of the            butter knives. Their cold handles pressed            into his palm as he lifted them from the             drying rack and carried them to the                  silverware drawer, where he placed them in                their narrow bed. But it was the spoons. It was the spoons that made           him weep.
Jane Kenyon, photo by                        Donald Hall
Richard J. Fein To a Woman Remembered I will die, just as you will–you and I unknown to ourselves and to each other, when ears can’t hear or tongue make sounds. Even a young poet who longs to lay a girl as I did you will in time lack everything. All shapes will disappear from my mind, even the ghost of you lingering there, your voice coming down the stairwell, “Is that you, Richard?” “It’s me.” Memories, versions, voices come to an end, the stairs, rooms, buildings all gone too, you on the third floor buzzing me in.          

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