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I remember the light most of all.
Not so looney lessons worth more than peanuts.
Once a parent, everything, everything, is being a parent.
We need a sense of history so deep it’s more like memory.
November’s poems, simply put, are beautiful in their provocation. Like the best poetry, they force us to look anew, to reconsider perspective, to reshape our own vision, if only for the time with these delicate verses.
The politics of language determines how little we know in contrast to how much we think we know.
