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Lines by Dana Gioia :
Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blowsy,
the paunchy Adonis
whose luck’s gone lousy.
and by Franz Wright: ”Ceaseless blue lightning, this/ love passing through me”
Two dark poems on death that challenge the dark by Sophie Cabot Black : The One Turn That Makes the New World and Dominion Over the Larger Animals
Malachi Black continues to be one of the best parts of Poetry Magazine : from Quarantine
Lines from Sarah Lindsay : “it was a fall from no great height-/ merely, the height of herself”

