A Meadow by Lucie Brock-Broido
What was it I was hungry about. Hunger, it is one
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After the Grand Perhaps by Lucie Brock-Broido
After vespers, after the first snow
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Carrowmore by Lucie Brock-Broido
All about Carrowmore the lambs
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Did Not Come Back by Lucie Brock-Broido
In the roan hour between then & then again, the now, in the Babel
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Domestic Mysticism by Lucie Brock-Broido
In thrice 10,000 seasons, I will come back to this world
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How Can It Be I Am No Longer I by Lucie Brock-Broido
Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
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Real Life by Lucie Brock-Broido
Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.
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