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Christian Wiman Reads Patrizia Cavalli

The New Yorker: Poetry

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I Love the Grapes in That Poem

The first line of the poem seems like some of the openness that the poem seems open to. It has a kind of a feeling of a mind at work and wandering a bit, but in the end, it's very controlled. I would be hard pressed to say what the meaning of this poem is, except for that there seems to be meaning everywhere in it.

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