At the old river
in the middle of winter
who’s to say
who’s modest
and who is opulent,
who is flute
and who is consonant,
who is greed
and who is salient,
who is clash
and who is complement,
who is rife
and who is somnolent.
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By the old river
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 31 Number 1, on page 32
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