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The Yellow House on the Corner, Rita Dove

Posted on 22 January 2013 by xineann

Shape the lips to an o, say a. That’s island. One word of Swedish has changed the whole neighborhood. When I look up, the yellow house on the corner is a galleon stranded in flowers. Around it the wind. Even … Continue reading →

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