in the center of it

Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it. Marie Howe
Photo: the Kitchen of the Lisa, July 2012 by Jonathan Levitt
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Published on July 21, 2012 08:25
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