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[proximoception]

I'll be returning to it shortly for paper #2, but it's been nice going over The Auroras of Autumn time and time again, rubbing out the opacities, connecting in all the stray details, getting the whole structure into my head at once, like I did with Trumph a few years ago, and a bit like reading Adonais line by line to Julie after Rome and explaining everything. With the Bishop poems, too. It's the rarest privilege when the more closely you approach something the more it gives you. Term paper writing is often intolerable, but I always love the slow, thorough rereading, while telling myself it doesn't count as procrastinating.

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[nightspore.livejournal.com]

Yeah -- for me it was: Upstairs the windows will be lighted, not the rooms. The necklace is a carving, not a kiss. The warm (!) hands are a motion, not a touch. Especially The necklace is a carving, not a kiss.

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Soft hands. I'm coming to love all of it, but maybe the first half of 6 in particular. And am most taken by this in Ordinary Evening so far:

One part
Held fast tenaciously in common earth

And one from central earth to central sky
And in moonlit extensions of them in the mind
Searched out such majesty as it could find.

Not much you can add to that.

[nightspore.livejournal.com]

Strutting on his stem.