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He woke each day not knowing which hour would be the worst, then made a grid of language out of ash -- learned not to trust his own mother tongue, knowing all along how it would turn on him in the end. 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...SENRYU: BLIND DATE by TIMOTHY LIU READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU |
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