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mutilation odes, 13
 

hence

hesitation
high water

I saw him
hindered
hoisted forward
homeward
above the horizon

in an hour
hove short

a strange sail hovering about

how many?
dreadful
hurries

 
instinctive human supposition that any word may mean its opposite
Susan Howe, My Emily Dickinson (1985)
 

16 May 2012
tags: mutilation odes