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 Contents | January 2002 In This Issue (Contributors) More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Wherever
by William Pitt Root .....  Hear William Pitt Root read this poem (in RealAudio)Wherever you are in the world, you could no longer call him a boy, the one who squats, hovering like a cloud above his own reflection in rain pooled by a mound of debris once his neighborhood where a hand, not his own, lies half closed, as if beckoning, half open, as if letting go.
Copyright & copy; 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; January 2002; Wherever; Volume 289, No. 1; 40. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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