Poet
Alan Shapiro
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I was the one dead inside the music—
my voice forever in the cave of it,
shaping the quick clay
Only subscribers may read this in its entirety. What follows is a free preview, truncated midway through.
I was the one dead inside the music—
my voice forever in the cave of it,
shaping the quick clay