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This poem is taken from PN Review 203, Volume 38 Number 3, January - February 2012.

The White Year Vona Groarke
I am told that memory can't afford
to care less about what it brings to light
just as I'm told the table does not

occupy itself with cleanliness
nor the made bed with desire,
but it is difficult to believe.

I do not imagine it simple to strip
from any given afternoon
the intentions of the day.

Not when a contingent darkness
announces itself at the door
like an ordinary to-do

and not when, in the winter garden,
the beautifully managed trees
toy with shadows of themselves.

A skim of plausible survival
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