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Excerpting Senior Writers: Justin Wymer '12

Wymer reflects on writing his poetry thesis.

This collection of torches convulsing in ink:

it is not what I wanted to give you.

All whites look older at night and yet

the tapestry has to include them….

I wanted you to sip this one swatch of light

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that stands singly, and

the tan peasant wind that catches and fans

the thin milk of its undergarment, and

how morning blood un-hasps

the hatches behind sleep's cogs, flooding

and the blasted furnace that risks ecstasis

according to… Is this truly the color of my hands?

I wanted to give you the searing first glance

again, wanted you to grab and fold

into that one swatch of cloth

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