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David Baker Reads Stanley Plumly

The New Yorker: Poetry

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The Sensational Paradox of Love

"I will never love you more than at this moment. Which seems like a magnitude." "It's sort of anticipatory of something falling or breaking apart or failing," he says. The poem is about the sublime and how it can be disorienting, as in Chekhov: "This is the definition of fate"

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