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And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measles
seventeen years ago come March.
Geography III (1976)
Life and the memory of it so compressed
they've turned into each other.
Geography III (1976)
I knew that nothing stranger
had ever happened.
Geography III (1976)
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Geography III (1976)
Home-made, home-made! But aren’t we all?
Geography III (1976)
How had I come to be here
like them, and overhear
a cry of pain that could have
got loud and worse but hadn’t?
Geography III (1976)
Why should I be my aunt,
or me, or anyone?
What similarities—
boots, hands, the family voice
I felt in my throat, or even
the National Geographic
and those awful hanging breasts—
held us all together
or made us all just one?
Geography III (1976)