Today, an imitation exercise based on a recently-discovered favorite poem of mine:
[I won’t be able to write from the grave]
by Fanny HoweI won’t be able to write from the grave
so let me tell you what I love:
oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread, butter,
cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace,
the children nearby, poems and songs,
a friend sleeping in …
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