
Then seemingly all at once there was a past,
of which you were more than incidentally composed.Opaque, dense, delectable as oil paint,
fauceted from a source it itself generated in you,you were magnified by it, but it could intrude,
and weigh, like an unfathomable obligation.—C. K. Williams, from “Of Childhood the Dark,” in The Singing (Bloodaxe, 2003)
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