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Margaret Atwood



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                   Variations on the               Variations on the               I m thinking of you. What else can I
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                         Word Love                          y .fr  > Vi  O \e     The palm trees on the reverse
                                                                 ? } .l& Z ϊύί.: ·  are a delusion; so is the pink sand.
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                                                                                  What we have are the usual
                                           '      I would like to watch you sleeping ,
                  This is a word we use to plug ¥· /ʤ ·                          fractured coke bottles and the smell
                  holes with. It’s the right size for those  which may not happen ,
                  warm                            I would like to watch you,      of backed- up drains, too sweet,
                  blanks in speech , for.those red heart-  sleeping. I would like to sleep  of rot, which we have also.
                                                                                  like a mango on the verge :
                  shaped vacancies on the page that look  with you, to enter      The air clear sweat, mosquitos  m
                  nothing                         your sleep as r its smooth dark wave  & their tracks; birds, blue & elusive.
                  like real hearts. Add lace      slides over my head  Ί
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                  an A y u carl se                                                Time comes in waves here, a sickness,
                  it. We insert it  " also in the one empty  and walk with you through that lucent  one
                  space on the printed form V i   wavering forest of bluegreen leaves  day after the other rolling on;
                  that comes with no instructions. There  with its watery sun & three moons  I move up , its called  ;
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                  are  whole                      towards the cave where you must de-  awake, then down into the uneasy  ..i
                  magazines with not much in them  scend,  · »  j       r         nights but never            2
                  but the word love, .you can     towards your worst fear         forward. The roosters crow  . a
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                  rub it all over your body and you  I would like to give you the silver    _                 Hi
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                                                                                  forhours before dawn, and a prodded
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                  can cook with it too. How do we know.  branch, the  * small white flower, the one
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                  it isnt what goes on at the cool  word that will protect you  v   - ,  ; V,  ,      ,
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                  debaucheries of slugs under damp - ··>- . * ; from the grief at the center  on the pocked road to school ,
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                  pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-  of your dream, from the grief  ere app two prisoners ,  3
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                  seedlings nosing their tough snouts up  at the center. I would like to follow  ^
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                  among the lettuces, they shout it.  Y : you up the long stairway  '  %  their heads shaved by bayonets, & ten
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                  Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising  again & become  - /  fi ;    TV   , . ,  ^  ,
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                  their glittering knives in salute.  the boat that would row you back  of queasy chicks. Each spring
                                                  carefully, a flame  mi          there’s a race of cripples , from the
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                  Then there’s the two  4r *      in two cupped hands  m:      · »&3 ¹ the church. This is the sort of junk
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                  of us. This word   &            to where your body lies         I carry with me; and a clipping  J
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                  is far too short for us, it has only  beside me, and you enter  about democracy from the local paper.
                  four letters, too sparse!       it as easily as breathing in    Outside the window
                  to fill those deep bare      % %       ?           M            they ’re building the damn hotel,  Hi
                  vacuums between the stars   ' <Φ ' . ' ; v  I would like to be the air n  4
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                  that press on us with their deafness.  that inhabits you for a moment  nail by hail, someone’s  .  • - m
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                  It’s not love we don’t wish     only. I would like to be that unnoticed  crumbling dream. A universe that in-
                                                                                  cludes you
                  to fall into, but that fear ,  /  & that necessary.             can’t be all bad, but
                  this word is not enough but it will  · :                        does it? At this distance
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                  have to do. It ’s a single  5       Mi : ίπ·          pH        you’re a mirage, a glossy image
                  vowel in this metallic             ImYsda : v- * ·  l
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                  silence, a mouth that says J       3£             ' if *  i ·   fixed in the posture
                                                                                  of the last time i saw you.
                  0 again and again in wonder        ni            ; ;            Turn you over, there’s the place
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                  and pain, a breath, a finger                   J#                for the address. Wish you were
                  grip on a cliffside. You can        m  | | ϊ: :                 here. Love comes
                  hold on or let go.  | Y                                          in waves like the ocean, a sickness
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                     sources          1               m                            & on, a hollow cave
                     http://www.wcb.nct/owtoad/ %                                  in the head, filling and pounding , a kicked
                     http:// wwAv.moohead.msud.edu/chcnault/atwookhtm              ear.
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