A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

(for Wade Jennings)

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There is a kind of sweet distress
In children dancing out of time;
Attendant on that awkwardness
A mute unsureness, a duress
Whose only succor is finesse;
It is as though
They know,
Sensing the aisles’ restlessness,
Though it stand only for a time
And though
It be blameless
It be nameless,
Still
They count it as [...]

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A reminder

Writers are reminded of the opportunity for open reading this Tuesday, June 3, 2008, at the Narciso Martínez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum at 7 pm.
The meeting begins . Writers are allowed ten minutes each to read whatever they would like–their own work, that of major influences, a piece they have run across or [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
Crosswalked in winter where your dream was riven
Into red fragments on a city street,
We pause today as curbed and unforgiven,
As jayed and ticketed and incomplete.
Clio had wooed and won you long before us,
Whose dress is draggled in such ancient blood
That, had you lived, were you quite sure this [...]

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