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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE LUNGS, by MILO DE ANGELIS
First Line: The blanket, its weight, while we were growing
First Line: The blanket, its weight, while we were growing
The blanket, its weight, while we were growing.
Or the eyes, which yesterday were blind,
today yours, yesterday the indivisible. The vials,
the laughter in white becomes the only
world without symbol. Matter that
was only matter, nothing that
was only matter. Watch, don't watch, poetry,
cobalt, father, nothing, poplars.
Used by permission of Story Line Press.
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