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Atmospherics
Sometimes on a late clear night you can pull that station from Denver
or Boston out of the dark.
All the elsewheres alter here, as what you remember
changes what you think.
Not spider nor plum nor pebble possess any of the names we give them.
A kite tugging on its string gives you a sense of what's up there,
though it is translated, and by a string.
Out there, in the dark, the true thing.
Source: Poetry (October 2006).
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This poem originally appeared in the October 2006 issue of Poetry magazine
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Biography
Susan Hutton’s first book of poems On the Vanishing of Large Creatures will be out in January 2007 from Carnegie Mellon University Press.
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