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April 28, 2009

Jonathan Galassi In The New Yorker

In lieu of a post from Jonathan Galassi today, I want to point you all towards a poem of his recently published in the New Yorker, titled 'Lunch Poem for F.S.' You can read the whole poem here, but I am particularly fond of this stanza:

The dirty sunlight in the clerestory
windows of our faux-Parisian lair
lends a streaky, half-forgiving glow
to yet another summit with no purpose:
duck and iron Pinot Noir and double
decaf espresso, sheer necessities
for urban inmates who still keep the faith
with a wan cerise velvet banquette
and eye-level mirror lit with faces
a John-the-Baptist puritan might judge
corrupt with too much liquid happiness.


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