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Diane Seuss Reads Jane Huffman

The New Yorker: Poetry

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I Rode in Small and Dizzying Circles

Thi ansis reading ode by jane hoffman. Ode, andrea taught me to ride side saddle. I rode in small and dizzying circles around her. One summer she was reared off by a stallion attacking his own flaring reflection. In the acres the fields, i over indulged in beauty. But why don't we listen to the poem? Thi ansis reads ode by JANE HOFFMAN. Andrea leaned on a rail, her body a rail. My shadow rode around her, the small bells of my intuition. She rang thesmall bells of the saddle. I was small and dizzy.

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