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title: And
genre: verse
epigraph:
content: |
"What is your favorite word?"
"And. It is so hopeful."
attrib: Margaret Atwood
link: 'http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a'
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
css: elegies
order: 3
next:
- title: Words and meaning
link: words-meaning
prev:
- title: How to read this
link: howtoread
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And you were there in the start of it all \
and you folded your [hands like little doves][] \
that would fly away like an afterthought \
and you turned to me the window light on your face \
and you asked me something that I did not recognize \
like a great throng of people who are not you \
and I asked are we in a [church][] \
and you answered with the look on your face \
of someone [grieving something gone][] for years \
but that they had been reminded of \
by a catch in the light or in someone's voice \
and I think maybe it could have been mine \
and I looked away thickly my head was in jelly \
and I didn't get an answer from you but I got one
I looked at the man in front of us with glasses \
he was speaking and holding a book \
and I didn't understand him he was far away \
and I could tell I was missing something important \
and you nodded to yourself at something he said
[church]: boar.html
[grieving something gone]: roughgloves.html
[hands like little doves]: cold-wind.html
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