rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
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Noyade: n. - Drowning

Re-reading Richard Wilbur, I saw these lines from After the Last Bulletins in a whole new light:

In empty lots
Our journals spiral in a fierce noyade
Of all we thought to think,
Or caught in corners cramp and wad

And twist our words.
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