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Published: Fri Oct 15 1976
Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas

Your letter moves me further off center.
Another distance I am far from reaching.

How do fish keep from going mad in blue water?
They must feel how wide it is. They try not to

think of it. I think of it. It is a feeling
of being stretched between two points you can

never touch. My thoughts go to the sea and stop.
How long until I can study a map calmly?

I am counting what I have here. I feel winter
coming; I feel it coming out of me. I collect

leaves, buckeyes, bird feathers. I am greedy
for the sun. I stay out all day. I will get

what I can. The hurt wants to escape me.
It wants to come into small things, change color.

It’s not a letter to be read again. I hide it
in a grey envelope, the address turned down,

like a telegram from the Army, or a postmark
like a verdict, stamped “Australia.”

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Cynthia Huntington’s first publication in a literary journal was in AGNI 5/6, in the spring of 1975. Her most recent book, Heavenly Bodies (Crab Orchard/Southern Illinois University Press), was a finalist for the 2012 National Book Award in Poetry. She lives in Vermont and teaches at Dartmouth College. (updated 4/2014)

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