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steaming out into the broken winter sun,
up the ramp to greet buildings, blue brick
and brown stone and steel, candy-corn pylons
and curving guardrails massively bolted and men
in hard hats leaning on resting machines
with paper cups of coffee--
a cup of coffee, a modest thing to ask
Abe for,
dark, bitter, fresh
as an ordinary morning.
"Ordinary" is an interesting word. Related to "order," it can pertain to the official authority of judges and bishops, as well as the familiar meaning "unremarkable." In calling attention to the unheroic, and to the distance between herself and Lincoln, Garrison keeps her blessed and quotidian balance, in a remarkable way.
(Deborah Garrison's poem "Into the Lincoln Tunnel"
is from her book "The Second Child." Random House.
Copyright 2007 by Deborah Garrison.)
Robert Pinsky is the author of "The Inferno of Dante,"
a verse translation.
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