For years now I’ve been captivated by the final lines of the poem “Style” which are:
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.
I’ve been trying to find out why I can’t stop thinking about this part of the poem. The whole poem...
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