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Rebecca Baggett

Once open the books, you have to face
the underside of everything you’ve loved. . . .
Adrienne Rich
I was slow to realize that I
would have been one of those girl-babies

abandoncd outside the walls, condemned
by my birth-swollen labia, my crossed

eyes and twisted foot. Born when and where
I was, I survived to venerate the words

of men who would have killed me
with less interest than they gave

a dinner party or a love aftair,
survived to read the words that split me,

body from soul, because I could not bear
to see myself what they despised. And

I live still, though they are dust
beneath their city's walls. I live

to whisper that language I love
and loathe, failed incantation, broken

spell that can no longer disguise
the wails rising thin as smoke

against the deepening sky, the milky
scent of my small, nameless sisters, their

tender, aimless hands.
from the book THE WOMAN WHO LIVES WITHOUT MONEY / Regal House Publishing
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Osip Mandelstam's NKVD photograph, taken after his arrest in 1938
"Osip Mandelstam Was More Than a Literary Saint"

"More than any other Russian poet, Mandelstam fills the bill of a legendary literary saint. All the elements of hagiography are ready to hand: his early vocation; his experience of poverty; his persecution; his martyrdom; and, finally, his triumph in the eyes of posterity....The proud and self-confident, sharp-tongued and confrontational, witty and sensual Mandelstam, who loved life, and had absolutely no wish to become a martyr, is usually left out of the picture."

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Michael Joseph Walsh on Sara Nicholson's April


"Maybe what Nature and Art have in common is their amenability to being read—the fact that both can be the object of lectio divina, the contemplation of the 'living word.' In April the gods have left us, but Nature, like poetry, is being written, and can be read. The world is a poem, or a painting, and a poem, in turn, is the world, or at least a world (an 'imaginary garden with real toads in [it],' if you will)."
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