Poems by May Swenson
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The Tall Figures of Giacometti
... If we exude a stench it is petrified sainthood ...
Cardinal Ideograms
... Shallow mitten for two-fingered hand ...
His Suicide
... That clot whirled out, free, in the vortex of the universe ...
7 Days on the Sea
... Eye-I wished to veer out far, long, wide, high, unframed, uninterrupted ...
Kiwi
... Pear, cantaloupe, grapefruit, guava keep their ...
Staying At Ed's Place
... of your high front room, where sunlight slopes through bare ...
Bleeding
... Well meanwhile stop bleeding will you said the knife ...
The Shape of Death
... Is it a climate far and fair that we shall never dare ...
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