The Kingdom of Ordinary Time: Poems by Marie Howe

Reading Ovid

If only to watch understanding take his face like the swan-god took the girl.
But rage makes for more rage—nothing to do then but run. And because rage is a story that has
no ending, we’d both have to transform into birds or fish: constellations forever fixed
in the starry heavens, forever separated, forever attached.





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