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Blue-Crested Cry
We’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through
and—flanking, now, the edges of our schism—
it seems your coldness and my idealism
alone for all this time have kept us true.
Credulous I and hedonistic you:
opposed, refracting angles of a prism
who challenged sense with childish skepticism—
and every known the bulk of mankind knew.
Source: Poetry (December 2005).
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This poem originally appeared in the December 2005 issue of Poetry magazine
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