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Article: When I came to Cerillos and Madrid, New Mexico.(poem)
- Article from:
- The Southern Review
- Article date:
- June 22, 1996
- Author:
CopyrightCOPYRIGHT 1996 Louisiana State University. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan. All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group. (Hide copyright information)
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Now is memory, meaning, wanting all in one
and the still presence that will capture it,
calm it, give it to you as your own.
Now is the keen, burst savor of an orange
flooding your mouth and still aflame
with the sun and the stored god in the tree.