O C T O B E R 1 9 9 7 ![]() YOUTHINGby Nina Cassian | |||||||||||||
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It's like the process of aging. Just a process. Your hair starts to grow wilder, your skin gets smoother, your appetites increase. Suddenly, you sing in the shower and in the rain, you discover a plant you've never seen before and you munch it. What's that tiny star on your left temple? Maybe a bird scratched it with tender claws to prod you into flying. And then, that dialogue with the moon keeps you awake, and then, that dream of death becomes more and more remote -- or is it the other way around?
Copyright © 1997 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; October 1997; Youthing; Volume 280, No. 4; page 98. |
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