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Louise Bogan B. 8.11.1897 Livermore, Maine / D. 2.4.1970 New York City Heart Attack Dark at five, again. Her favorite time of year for deep woods camping, no mosquitoes. North America, this ice-scarred eminence clinging to its coat of hardwood, prairie, pine, a threadbare hide broken by mange blossoms of asphalt and sand. Breath-steaming silver-blue dawn; smash the frozen meniscus and put a pot of coffee on the day�s first fire. Cities protrude like spear heads from wounds; "Don�t Go" zones accumulate under bombardments of misinformation. Hike all day after views and wildlife glimpses and sun-warmed glacial outcroppings. Back when I rode the Boston Red Line, I loved a serial graffito sprayed on the concrete safety wall beside the tracks. All the way from somewhere in Quincy to somewhere else in Quincy, it read like a backwoods version of a Times Square LED Our souls could touch. just a single word repeated: Alert Alert Alert Alert Alert Alert Alert Consolation Site: Classics Log
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