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Post by louisa on Oct 20, 2008 3:07:19 GMT 2
Anne SimpsonThe Trailer Park V
Near the bridge in the trailer park, a man sets up a tent, fumbling in the dark. A woman unrolls the sleeping bag. They unzip, shed themselves - a loosening shrug - step inside each other. Breath: fingering: blind: quick. Body shudders, stuns with its liquid, its cool -
they step back out. It's very still. Breath after breath. One thing draws another. Gently, so gently, he puts his head against her ribs, opening a shutter in her skin to look inside: cathedrals of space, wandering planets, aisle upon aisle of stars. She summons all that's there.From Loop and also found at www.griffinpoetryprize.com/poets-mz.php?t=14Other sites of interest www.antigonishreview.com/bi-138/138-poetry-anne-simpson.htmlwww.danforthreview.com/features/interviews/anne_simpson_interview.htmwww.arcpoetry.ca/howpoemswork/features/2004_09_hunter.phpwww.brocku.ca/canadianwomenpoets/Simpson.htmAnd on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu8cW2t7FVM&feature=related
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