The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
--Rafael Campo
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
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Dear daughter, don't fret; It hasn't fallen yet. The sukkah's fine; banish your fright. There have been many such fears, For nigh two thousand years; Yet the little sukkah still stands upright.
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