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Today's poem is by Mary Jo Salter from her collection OPEN SHUTTERS. The poem is a ghazal— a form composed of independent couplets with repeating end words. Commentary by Mary Jo Salter follows the poem. ***************************************
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On the Wing
You fly to my table with unbuttoned sleeves.
Where have you been? Did you run from a fire?
Like a page dipped in ink, your cuff's in my coffee.
Don't say it yet. That's not what you mean.
How many years since I first loved your face?
Clothes make the man. Our bed's still unmade.
Unbutton me back to our first nakedness:
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*************************************** From OPEN SHUTTERS by Mary Jo Salter. © 2003 by Mary Jo Salter. Excerpted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. ************************************************** Commentary:
This poem is a ghazal, an old form that first appeared in Arabic, Persian,
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