Dorothea Tanning Poems

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1.
All Hallows' Eve

Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning's thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
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2.
Lucky

Ever imagining the dire, the sudden
the menace with no thought of the
gradual, the lingering itch of whatever.
That was my sister.
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3.
Are You?

If an expatriate is, as I believe, someone
who never forgets for an instant
being one,
then, no.
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4.
Coming To That

"If it comes to that," he said, "there'll be no
preventing it."
He uttered it as I listened. Had I got it right,
hearing him?
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