Poems by Carolyn Forche
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The Ghost of Heaven
... Always pour turpentine over your hair before going to sleep ...
Ancapagari
... The water was bitten by aspen, generations of aspen shot their light colored trunks into space ...
The Memory of Elena
... years ago, it was the last time his hand ...
Taking Off My Clothes
... showing its blood cracks, its age, I have hundreds ...
Reunion
... Just as he changes himself, in the end eternity changes him ...
Travel Papers
... There, through the last of the sentences, just there&mdash ...
The Visitor
... s breath slipping into his cell each night while he ...
Selective Service
... In what time do we live that it is too late ...
Kalaloch
... who would come at them with bread knives then ...
Skin Canoes
... I hear someone, hear the splash, groan ...
The Colonel
... He took one of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water ...
The Testimony Of Light
... --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione VerbiOutside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple ...
Poem For Maya
... we whispered yes, there on the intricate ...
The Morning Baking
... You beat me up out back, taught me to dance I'll tell you I don't remember any kind of bread ...
Elegy
... It was put into sacks, and when there was enough we went to a bridge ...
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