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I slept before a wall of books and they
calmed everything in the room, even
their contents, even me, woken
by the cold and thrill, and still
they said, like the Dutch verb for falling
silent that English has no accommodation for
in the attics and rafters of its intimacies.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2012).
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Language & Linguistics
POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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