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Dorianne Laux
Dorianne Laux

Dorianne Laux is an American poet known for her concise and profound poetry. Born on January 10, 1952, she has published several poetry collections since 1985. Her work often explores personal emotions, family relationships, and social issues. more

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“Someone spoke to me last night,/ told me the truth. Just a few words,. but I recognized it./ I knew I should make myself get up,/ Write it down, but it was late,/ and I was exhausted from working/ all day in the garden, moving rocks./ Now, I remember only the flavor--/ not like food, sweet or sharp./ More like a fine powder, like dust./ And I wasn't elated or frightened,/ but simply rapt, aware./ That's how it is sometimes--/ God comes to your window,/ all bright light and black wings,/ and you're just too tired to open it.”

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