The World of B.Z. Niditch
Saturday, February 8, 2014
JEAN GARRIGUE
What noon light resounds
in your grain of speech
a language almost French
in exposure
here as an adolescent
on a bench of pleasure
finding you by Brattle St.
from a used bookstore
not alien to scent
pain or pleasure.
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