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To the household goddess.

Am I all on the surface or is part of me inside or am I mostly inside with only a few parts surface? What leaves a lasting impression is finality, finally what remains when you're gone, not dying. That much love can't go around to everyone: must make a funnel to the appropriate source of feeling or appropriate a feeling before it rusts. Thunder at midnight is nothing to own in the world outside your window a stone is visible in the dust like a message from the sun on my desk.

Lewis Warsh is the author of several books of poems, including Dreaming as One, Blue Heaven, and Information from the Surface of Venus, as well as two novels, Agnes and Sally and A Free Man. He is the publisher of United Artists Books and editor of The World (the literary magazine of The Poetry Project).
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Author:Warsh, Lewis
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Date:Sep 1, 1993
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