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This poem is taken from PN Review 113, Volume 23 Number 3, January - February 1997.

From Innumerable Languages Frank Kuppner


*
All the rainfall of the last decade has definitely fallen.
On the other hand, something must be around here some-
   where or other.
Why does your privileged watch not keep a privileged time
   of its own?


*
I think I could sit reading your supermarket receipts for
   ever.
Look: exactly six months ago you bought exactly ten
   things.
Some of which had recently been dazzling movement in
   water.


*
In this photograph of you, there is only you and the sky.
Which is to say, only you and something not really so
   important.
And a white bird wheeling through it, presumably ecstatic.


*
Light, watery movements from the bath just through the
   wall.
For a moment, again, there is something right about every-
...


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