04/25/2012

No matter what
you’re up to
the wind in the tall trees
sounds the same.

REVIEW

It’s as if his poems happen twice.
First as the bullet that pierces the skin;
second as the tracer whose flare
ribbons the dark with carmine.

Read Valerio Magrelli’s “I’ve often imagined gazes” at Poetry International >>

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