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Saturday, January 14, 2012

All that glitters isn't music....

To the Angelbeast. BY EDUARDO C. CORRAL

For Arthur Russell

All that glitters isn’t music.

Once, hidden in tall grass, I tossed fistfuls of dirt into the air: doe after doe of leaping.

You said it was nothing but a trick of the light. Gold curves. Gold scarves.

Am I not your animal?

You’d wait in the orchard for hours to watch a deer break from the shadows.

You said it was like lifting a cello out of its black case.

Source: Poetry (December 2011).

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This poem originally appeared in the December 2011 issue of Poetry magazine

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