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Nichole Turnbloom

52 Middle

                                 You and I inhabit words
                      find where would splits like grain
                   drink the dew not of genesis but  
       rosehips and citrus think to recreate
                     between lines to bind lines as
Orpheus with his lyra’s touch, lead in joy as in sorrow
     reflect oceans seven, the seven oceans reflect
                      one striated sky that seems so
               much rounder with you in my
                          thoughts: two great blue herons, 
          slated wings like arms holding up the sky.

Middle line in Sappho fragment 52 as translated by Anne Carson

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