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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Late Aubade & Explanation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once in a field, in a wide rising stretch of paintbrush<br> & purple vetch, we stuck down</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a tent, like punctuation, and drank through the evening<br>our bottle of bad wine. When you looked up,<br>the weather was holding: a few breezes,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a full moon silvering the flowers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to white. In the distance, I heard the ache<br>& slide of snow, the beginning of crickets. It was twilight—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the landscape was lifting.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> •</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> A mountain. The clouds, further up,<br>came down. A Book of Hours. A tent in which we twisted,<br>pressed each against the other, drunk</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and when I stepped out into the cool <br>moonlight, there was drifting through the watery<br>end of the meadow, a deer</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">pale beneath pines, beneath those soaring<br>darknessess. Then there was only darkness, the <br>idea of a deer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Remember, I never wanted<br>to be alive, to have<br>an outline. Better, I knew, to slip</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">unheld, an opening into mist.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Kate+Northrop">Kate Northrop</a></strong></div>

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