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A review by moonpix
Two Trees: Poems by Ellen Bryant Voigt
4.0
On music and mourning
"like a fish, mute and thrashing,
like a beached fish. But I didn't
think that then, watching: I think it now,
this fish in my net
and me thrown back ten years."
"like a fish, mute and thrashing,
like a beached fish. But I didn't
think that then, watching: I think it now,
this fish in my net
and me thrown back ten years."