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Vast numbers of men and women died, you wrote,
because they did not have time, the blessing
of sheer time, to recover. Your ration of time
was smaller then, a tin spoon of winter,
piano notes one at a time from the roof
to the gutter.
--Carolyn Forche, from Ourselves or Nothing, which is so beautiful that I have not yet dared to read the rest of The Country Between Us for fear of finding it disappointing.
because they did not have time, the blessing
of sheer time, to recover. Your ration of time
was smaller then, a tin spoon of winter,
piano notes one at a time from the roof
to the gutter.
--Carolyn Forche, from Ourselves or Nothing, which is so beautiful that I have not yet dared to read the rest of The Country Between Us for fear of finding it disappointing.