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            How curious.  I had no idea!  Today has ended.


from Canicula di Anna
52

Black for the pines,
black for the cypresses,
black for the thinking Christ.
But
silver rubbed
white for the bones
when we found her for
they stood
in the wounds like metaphysicians
quiet,
bloodless,
glancing
out.

-from Anne Carson