Poems by Marilyn Hacker
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Crepuscule with Muriel
... the place of the absent cup with its rough tongue, flicks ...
Nights of 1964—1966: The Old Reliable
... in the back room, we danced: Martha and the Vandellas, ...
[Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?]
... Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this ...
[Did you love well what very soon you left?]
... Did you well what very soon you left?Come home and take me in your arms and take ...
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