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title: And
genre: verse
id: and
toc: "And"
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
class: 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 at the start of it all
| and you were there at the end bitter as a [nail][]
| and you folded your [hands like little doves][]
| that flew away like an afterthought
| when you turned to me and the window light
| on your face when you told me and I did not
| recognize you in the throng of those who
| are not you and I asked [are we in a church][church]
| and you answered with the look on your face
| like birds [caught in a snare][] like on a voice
| and I think it might have been my voice
| and I could not do but look away my head
| was not my head anymore or hold my thoughts
| I never did get an answer from you but from
| the [man on the radio][] murmuring all night
| and I couldn't understand him so far away
| and I could tell I was missing something important
| and you nodded to yourself at something he said
[church]: boar.html
[hands like little doves]: cold-wind.html
[nail]: last-passenger.html
[caught in a snare]: roughgloves.html
[man on the radio]: worse-looking-over.html
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