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Mourn


Why so hard
to give up

what often
was ever

even then
hardly there.

But the safe
world my will

constructed
before him

this soul could
not find breath

in. He brought
electric

promise-crammed
sudden air.

Then withdrew
lazily

as if to
teach you how

you must live
short of breath.

Still now crave
sudden air.


Frank Bidart

Metaphysical Dog
Farrar, Straus and Giroux


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