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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SURFACES AND MASKS; 6, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Nothing in me goes out Last Line: Were never aimed at me Subject(s): Venice, Italy | |||
The canal, this one, was dug at the turn of the century. Beneath the fondamenta are the logs and mud of an incredible handshake. No sharp shadows are left. Buildings, dynamic yet so elusive they might be illusions, in winter light. Space unnatural? Over on the mainland, at Mestre, a redundant green wind, high whipping dresses against things. Cemented drain carries water on down toward the library but not quite that far. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVATED by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR ROSE COLORED GLASSES by KENNETH REXROTH SOTTOPORTICO SAN ZACCARIA by KENNETH REXROTH READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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