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Poems written after Emily Dickinson
A word is dead
When it is said
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
—Emily Dickinson (1212)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Corn and the Windowshade by Dan Wriggins
The corn and the windowshade
are the loudest things this morning —
unless you count the sound
of yeast in a bowl on the shelf
or of snowdrifts melting
or colts turning
into horses.
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