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A poem by Tricia McCallum April 2, 2020. .Incense sticks emitting smoke.

From Rilke’s Ninth Elegy –

 

But because truly being here is so much; because

    everything here

apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in

    some strange way

keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all,.

Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,

Just once. And never again…

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Always be a poet. Even in prose.
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In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]

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