"It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past."
"Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I stand in the dark and answer to My life, this shirt I want to take off, which is on fire . . ."
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Source: Charles Wright (2014). “Negative Blue: Selected Later Poems”, p.4, Macmillan
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