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The Window.


the window, at the moment of flame

and all this while I have been playing with toys
a toys superhighway a toy automobile a house of blocks

and all this while far off in other lands
thousands and thousands, millions and millions --

you know--you see the pictures
women carrying their bony infants

men sobbing over graves
buildings sculpted by explosion --

earth wasted bare and rotten
and all this while I have been shopping, I have

been let us say free
and do they hate me for it

do they hate me
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Author:Ostriker, Alicia
Publication:Cross Currents
Article Type:Poem
Geographic Code:1USA
Date:Jan 1, 2002
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