Louise Dupré Poems

I am from nowhere, when the heavens shrink down, of no forest, of no city,
a female sitting in female smallness seeking in a hidden window her face.
In the minding of my death, there, in the precise instant when breathing
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And I enter the dishevelled hair of the gardens, the night, with those lamps
illuminating the willows and the sluggish air leaning against the rockery,
since everything sleeps, children, their books of birds whose songs are
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