Summer 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 2008 |

Nothing We Say Is Ever the Soul

Walking through the park we imagine       our children       running into some room, letting the door slam,       a vase of tulips       placed that morning on the kitchen counter. See, see yourself, imperfect in the bare branching larch.

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Nadia Herman Colburn’s poetry and prose have appeared in The Kenyon Review, The New Yorker, Conjunctions, Southwest Review, and elsewhere. She is completing a memoir about pregnancy, motherhood, and art.

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