Carolyn Forché

Carolyn Forché

Detroit, Michigan
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Carolyn Forché
Detroit, Michigan
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Monday, January 13, 2003

Elegy Comments

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The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour
the bottle in your coat half voda half winter light.
To what and to whom does one say yes?
If God were the uncertain, would you cling to him?
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Hayder Sidahmed 31 December 2016

The soul behind you no longer inhabits your life: the unlit house with its breathless windows and a chimney of ruined wings where wind becomes an aria, your name, voices from a field, And you, smoke, dissonance, a psalm, a stairwell. Deep

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Carolyn Forché

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Detroit, Michigan
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