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A Poem For Sunday

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“Night” by Peter Everwine:

In the lamplight falling
on the white tablecloth
my plate,
my shining loaf of quietness.

I sit down.
Through the open door
all the absent I love enter
and we eat.

From From the Meadow: Selected and New Poemsby Peter Everwine © 2004. Used by kind permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press. Photo by Tawheed Manzoor)

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Posted on Aug 18 2013 @ 10:04amDec 19 2013 @ 12:59pmAuthor Andrew SullivanCategories Poetry, The Dish

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