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| No, it looks like we're actually still outside and I don't see you turning. | |
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| *From "Facing It" by Yusef Komunyakaa, in Frances Mayes anthology, "The Discovery of Poetry." |
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| No, that's the third line on page 108. Still playing that game. But this one's a poem about looking right at, right into the Vietnam memorial. | |
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| https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/facing-it |
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| What is seen in the Memorial's reflection, what is fleetingly reflected, what goes into the stone never to return. And genrously Komunyakaa, the poet, returns us to an everyday moment, the hope in simple things. | |
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| Ah, the hope of simple things... | |
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