Poems by Mark Strand
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The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly.
For Sharon Horvath
Why did you travel?
We have done what we wanted.
There is a girl you like so you tell her
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
Someone was saying
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
In a field
Tell yourself
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It is all in the mind, you say, and has
1 If a man understands a poem,
I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
It is an old story, the way it happens
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