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DULCE DOMUM

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Built well before the Mahdi sacked Khartoum,

like a ledger or the Church of England

our house is square, accommodating. Swifts,

each May, pronounce their southern benison

on ashlar cornerstones and dead masons…

 

A butterfly, lost in the wintry cellar,

seems closed as death but wings part knowingly.

O peacock eyes, how you seduce from purpose

and time! Imperial birds cry harshly

in paper gardens…

 

At dusk, in indigo,

swifts dissolve. The house is white, seems solid

as a steamship. Darwin and Marx sent more

than smoke up the funnel.

 

Note: The poem was originally published on the website in May 2010.

 

JUDITH AND HOLOFERNES

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THE DEATH OF PRIMO LEVI

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I still have the paperback copy of his IF THIS IS A ...