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Article: Phantom Limb.(Poetry)(Poem)
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- The Antioch Review
- Article date:
- June 22, 2006
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Lowell, one of my favorite men, sits propped in bed, white face and
white
neck against the white tent cloth.
The ice this morning over all the tents. Camp a great single-sheet of
turrets.
White turrets, simple, glowing.
Lowell talks as if we were brother and sister, I feel warm for moments.
I think of saviors as those the wind sticks to,
flying hair crests and levels about them.
No saviors here,
but I remember them in my picture books to home from when I was little.
Yes, I wring my fingers, for the warmth.
Lowell had the right arm amputated. Then the left arm, amputated.
The deer come to us at twilight. Of course their eyes are not
compassionate
but you ...