I. The sharpness of the text i...

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The sharpness of the text is where we sample the remarkable, as if gist were a kind of outward drift, pith a sponginess simply substituting for the absent center
Ezra impound whom we forgive, knew this. He "tried to write Paradise" and ground only wind--what goes and goe ruffling the borders, the hedgerows,
tossing, like scrap paper, a congregation of juncos (and the unmatched sparrow) into itself. Letting the wind speak is Paradise that thing known alone by its passing
by means of its going elsewhere, a shiftles continuum moving to the end of time generously over unbordered mountain and