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 TSOAT

My weekly contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week “out of context and without commentary.”

Dear Bill,

When I search the past for you,
Sometimes I think you are like
St. Francis, whose flesh went out
Like a happy cloud from him,
And merged with every lover —

 

SOURCE: Opening line from Kenneth Rexroth‘s poem “A Letter to William Carlos Williams,” found in his The Signatures of All Things collection.

 

 

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