Kate Fagan Poems

A long shadow passes
over the garden. Yesterday
I buried the bones, feathers and skulls
of two magpies fallen
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Letter IV: On Reality

We crossed the seaward field
with the air heavy against us,
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The beginning of duration
The infinity of cells
The form of unknowing
The hopelessness of dropped article
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Cento for Tom Lee

And finding nothing
you look back over your shoulder
happy lives, a lot of time
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Cento for Beginners

The nasturtium is to itself already
a memory. It opens its leaves
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