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When Doves Cry
(Anthony Russo)
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even more, his leaving,
an absence marked by
the sudden widening out
of space, the sky still receptive
to brush strokes of black
long after they have ended. Then,
peace, soft, akin
to mist-like rain
and in the quiet,
the deepened need
to go on.
Connor makes a singular beauty of the receding blackness of the ominous bird. Peace, for this superb poet, is our ability to make sense out of fear, to make care and feeling from our own inescapable, insatiable needs. ·
Rafael Campo is a poet, physician, essayist and critic. His latest collection of poetry is "Landscape with Human Figure"; his most recent collection of essays is "The Healing Art: A Doctor's Black Bag of Poetry."
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