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The Sunday Poem: Peter Balakian

By |09.10.11|

 

 

 

 

World Trade Center / Mail Runner / 73

 

There was no languor, no drowsy trade winds,
or stoned-out stupor of lapping waves,

only news, the big board of crime,
corporate raiding, selling short and long.

It didn’’t matter, I was no Ishmael.
I just hovered there […]

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