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Whose Country, Mine or Theirs?

 It's a problem as small as a birch leaf blown against a
window screen-- this clinging bit of green inside of which at the end of
day you can see a forest crossroad & a dim figure halfway between a
so-called Zion & a wired so-called Babylon, tho whether he is being
carried away or is returning from captivity that is unclear in those
smoking piney-woods he appears to be waiting to be fed-- after which the
leaf will fall. 

DAVID RIVARD is the author of four books, the most recent of which is Sugartown (Graywolf, 2006). In 2006, he was awarded the O.B. Hardison, Jr. Poetry Prize by the Folger Shakespeare Library, for his teaching as well as his writing. He is on the faculty of the MFA program at the University of New Hampshire.
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Title Annotation:fourteen poems: A Special APR Supplement
Author:Rivard, David
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Nov 1, 2008
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