Marianne Boruch Poems

Everyone should have a little fugue, she says,
the young conductor
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Someone arranged them in 1620.
Someone found the rare lemon and paid
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when he knew nothing. A leaf
looks like this, doesn't it? No one
to ask. So came the invention
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Eventually one dreams the real thing.

The cave as it was, what we paid to straddle
one skinny box-turned-seat down the middle, narrow boat
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Overnight, it's pow! The held note
keeps falling. And only seems
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It seems so—
I don't know. It seems
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They redid King Tut splendid,
once stone-huge as this
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I walked out, and the nest
was already there by the step. Woven basket
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My drawing teacher said: Look, think, make a mark.
Look, I told myself.
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Some dreamily smoke cigarettes, some track
toddlers who walk like drunks. Buzzy,
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