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Poem
From the magazine:Flirtation
Flirtation
After all, there’s no need
to say anything
at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares
like a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.
Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs
and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart
is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in...
to say anything
at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares
like a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.
Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs
and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart
is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in...

Table of Contents
- A. R. Ammons
- John Ciardi
- Rita Dove
- Anthony Hecht
- Daryl Hine
- James Merrill
- Howard Nemerov
- Pattiann Rogers
- David Wagoner
- Richard Wilbur
Comment
- Helen Hennessy Vendler
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