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Rachel Eliza Griffiths Reads W.S. Merwin

The New Yorker: Poetry

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I've Never Met My Father Before, but You Were Styling

Heven: My last book was called lighting the shadow. It's elegies, but celebrations a both of my mother and the world that i now look around at in a different way. There's a certain searing clarity, whether i want it or not, about time and desire and grief. But yes, this is from a new, forthcoming thing, a that i'm so very excited about. You had no idea you re on of eithe of yo juso tolca, i've never met him before, but you were styling. Luckily, as we must, as wemust.

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