"in awe and reverence the awful thing: / they find the black box (Guántanamo red) / among gentians"
It’s not just twins, identical, who feel this way. . .
“From here my ashes go back to the sea / And take my memories of every friend / And love, and anything still dear to me.”
“You could taste the raw / seagull you’d killed and plucked, / the mussels you’d dug from sand, / the jellyfish that wobbled in your / hands as you slobbered it.”
"Rough, tough to touch, / grooved ridged scaled".
His wife confirmed Hill passed away “suddenly, and without pain or dread”.
“Affection is not a currency.”
“Yes – I press my nose / to the pleasantly warm glass – / it’s a copy of one I saw / cased in the cool museum”
“My hand on what I take from time and this world / and the stone’s shadow there on the grass with mine.”
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