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1      After the Rebuilding
2      Crossing
3      First Lesson
4      Ganglia
5      Like a Woman
6      Long Afternoons In Dakota
7      Nightsong
8      One Man's Wife
9      Parting
10      Passage Without Rites
11      Post-Equinox Spectra
12      Public Broadcast
        
 

 
 
 
  First Lesson

Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man's float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
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