An Oddness

American Poetry Review, The, Jul/Aug 2005 by Hillman, Brenda

A scent rather quietly loves the library. Readers look up: a life of paper inside the great Life: scent of greenly ravished civilization dream of inspiration freed. When a book is lifted from horizon's steel that mystery object spreads an oddness each call number a timeling of yellow math, its curve leftover from epic.

The mind had no periphery for meaning, the several phoenician, sailing sideways through vowels of the dead.

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