Maybe we you us But not everyone except Everyone else seemingly set One could romanticize the shipbells Out of somebody else's grocery, sex shopping, life cleaning, bills Of sail. When they had fresh grapefruit it was nothing like you not having Scurvy, with or without the vodka. Your friends Did they still
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The dark wood after the dark wood: the cold after cold in April's false November. In that second worser place: more gone, less there, but in that lurid present present, cast and held, rooted, kept, like some old false-berried yew. Just against; the door leading to preferment shut; no longer believing in still, by some, few means, method, could be, but for the bad day set, left, leaning atop bad day. Out- and un- ranked, toothached, wronged— rankled corruptive thing! Ill-wishing, in-iquitous, clipped, up-hoped, stripped: just plain: thin. Dare thy commit: commit this final fatal sin: God my God, I am displeased by spring.
Olena Kalytiak Davis
A first-generation Ukrainian-American, Olena Kalytiak Davis was selected by Rita Dove for the 1997 Brittingham Prize for her debut collection And Her Soul Out of Nothing.