November/Deceomber 2009
The Pale Side of the Leaves
Inside each day there was a smaller day, and inside that
a smaller day, and each perfect, with a mad enemy,
kind wife, skeptical cat, resigned dog,
huge clouds passing in narrow windows,
then night which almost lasts,
pupil of the eye with which we stare,
in which we dissolve like breath in air,
call us back, only the breeze will answer,
a quickening, a palpitation, a name that stands for itself.
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About the Author
D. Nurkse is author of nine books of poetry, most recently The Border Kingdom. The recipient of a Literature Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, he teaches at Sarah Lawrence College.
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