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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Tuesday, May 28, 2019
morning
By Steven Vogel
explosions
at one AM
reach for
Normandy,
for Gettysburg.
their dark salute
and its ten echoes
do not descend
to the grave,
but they cover
the heavens
with memory.
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