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Nichole Turnbloom
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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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