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Excerpt from
It's not how we leave one's life. How go off
the air. You never know do you. You think you're
ready
for anything, then it happens, and you're not.
You're really
not. The genesis of an ending, nothing
but a feeling, a slow movement, the dusting
of furniture with a remnant of the revenant's
shirt.
Seeing the candles sink in their sockets; we
turn
away, yet the music never quits. The fire kisses
our face.
C. D. Wright at The Academy of American Poets
An interview with C. D. Wright
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