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| 34 | <h1 class="title">And</h1> | 34 | <h1 class="title">And</h1> |
| 35 | 35 | ||
| 36 | 36 | ||
| 37 | 37 | <div class="header-extra"> | |
| 38 | <!-- epigraph --> | ||
| 39 | <div class="epigraph"> | ||
| 40 | <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a"><p>“What is your favorite word?”</p> | ||
| 41 | <p>“And. It is so hopeful.”</p></a> | ||
| 42 | 38 | ||
| 43 | <div class="attrib">Margaret Atwood</div> | 39 | <!-- epigraph --> |
| 44 | </div> | 40 | <div class="epigraph"> |
| 45 | </header> | 41 | <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a"><p>“What is your favorite word?”</p> |
| 42 | <p>“And. It is so hopeful.”</p></a> | ||
| 43 | |||
| 44 | <div class="attrib">Margaret Atwood</div> | ||
| 45 | </div> | ||
| 46 | </div> | ||
| 47 | </header> | ||
| 46 | 48 | ||
| 47 | 49 | ||
| 48 | <section class="content verse"><p>And you were there in the start of it all<br />and you folded your <a href="cold-wind.html">hands like little doves</a><br />that would fly away like an afterthought<br />and you turned to me the window light on your face<br />and you asked me something that I did not recognize<br />like a great throng of people who are not you<br />and I asked are we in a <a href="boar.html">church</a><br />and you answered with the look on your face<br />of someone <a href="roughgloves.html">grieving something gone</a> for years<br /> but that they had been reminded of<br />by a catch in the light or in someone’s voice<br />and I think maybe it could have been mine<br />and I looked away thickly my head was in jelly<br />and I didn’t get an answer from you but I got one</p> | 50 | <section class="content verse"><p>And you were there in the start of it all<br />and you folded your <a href="cold-wind.html">hands like little doves</a><br />that would fly away like an afterthought<br />and you turned to me the window light on your face<br />and you asked me something that I did not recognize<br />like a great throng of people who are not you<br />and I asked are we in a <a href="boar.html">church</a><br />and you answered with the look on your face<br />of someone <a href="roughgloves.html">grieving something gone</a> for years<br /> but that they had been reminded of<br />by a catch in the light or in someone’s voice<br />and I think maybe it could have been mine<br />and I looked away thickly my head was in jelly<br />and I didn’t get an answer from you but I got one</p> |