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Saturday, 8 December 2018

Bitter Lake by William Wenthe

But for all its gesture
to the wild, nothing
comes more human

than this: “refuge,”
an oblong of mercy sliced
from the map.

Where hosts and dominions
of snow geese
billow and gleam

by water’s edge,
I think of Lear, dead
Cordelia in his arms.

From: https://orionmagazine.org/poetry/bitter-lake/

Date: 2011

By: William Wenthe (1957- )

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