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Atlantis by Mark Doty

Atlantis by Mark Doty

1. FAITH“I’ve been having theseawful dreams, each a little different,though the core’s the same—we’re walking in a field,Wally and Arden and I, a stretch of grasswith a highway ...

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The Embrace by Mark Doty

The Embrace by Mark Doty

You weren't well or really ill yet either;just a little tired, your handsomenesstinged by grief or anticipation, which broughtto your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.I didn't ...

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A Display Of Mackerel by Mark Doty

A Display Of Mackerel by Mark Doty

They lie in parallel rows,on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands,which divide the scales'radiant sections like seams of leadin a Tiffany ...

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Long Point Light by Mark Doty

Long Point Light by Mark Doty

Long Pont's apparitionalthis warm spring morning,the strand a blur of sandy light,and the square whiteof the lighthouse-separated from usby the bay's ultramarineas if it were ...

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At The Gym by Mark Doty

At The Gym by Mark Doty

This salt-stain spotmarks the place where menlay down their heads,back to the bench,and hoist nothingthat need be liftedbut some burden they've chosenthis time: more reps,more ...

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Turtle, Swan by Mark Doty

Turtle, Swan by Mark Doty

Because the road to our houseis a back road, meadowlands punctuatedby gravel quarry and lumberyard,there are unexpected travelerssome nights on our way home from work.Once, on the ...

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The Ancient World by Mark Doty

The Ancient World by Mark Doty

Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside the collar "Potentate" and "Vizier." Here ...

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Demolition by Mark Doty

Demolition by Mark Doty

The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the oldest concrete structure in New England," the newspaper said. By ...

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Broadway by Mark Doty

Broadway by Mark Doty

Under Grand Central's tattered vault--maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit--one saxophone blew, and a sheer black scrimbillowed over some minor constellationunder repair. ...

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To Bessie Drennan by Mark Doty

To Bessie Drennan by Mark Doty

Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her sisters lived. . .she attended an adult education class in Montpelier. In one ...

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Metro North by Mark Doty

Metro North by Mark Doty

Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the godbrightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver,surface yellowed by ...

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Brian Age Seven by Mark Doty

Brian Age Seven by Mark Doty

Grateful for their tourof the pharmacy,the first-grade classhas drawn these pictures,each self-portrait tapedto the window-glass,faces wide to the street,round and available,with ...

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A Green Crab’s Shell by Mark Doty

A Green Crab’s Shell by Mark Doty

Not, exactly, green:closer to bronzepreserved in kind brine,something retrievedfrom a Greco-Roman wreck,patinated and oddlymuscular. We cannotknow what his fantasticlegs were ...

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Description by Mark Doty

Description by Mark Doty

My salt marsh-mine, I call it, becausethese day-hammered fieldsof dazzled horizontalsundulate, summers,inside me and out-how can I say what it is?Sea lavender shiversover the ...

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Couture by Mark Doty

Couture by Mark Doty

Peony silks, in wax-light: that petal-sheen,gold or apricot or rose candled into- what to call it,lumina, aurora, aureole? About gowns, the Old Masters,were they ever wrong? ...

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Favrile by Mark Doty

Favrile by Mark Doty

Glassmakers,at century's end,compounded metallic lustersin referenceto natural sheens (dragonflyand beetle wings,marbled light on kerosene)and invented namesas coolly lustrousas ...

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Dickeyville Grotto by Mark Doty

Dickeyville Grotto by Mark Doty

The priest never used blueprints, but worked allthe many designs out of his head.Father Wilerus,transplanted Alsatian,built aroundthis plain Wisconsinredbrick churcha coral-reef ...

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Heaven For Stanley by Mark Doty

Heaven For Stanley by Mark Doty

For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean,an annual, so he wouldn't have to wait for the flowers.He said, Mark, I have just the place for it!as if he'd spent ninety-eight ...

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Verge by Mark Doty

Verge by Mark Doty

A month at least before the bloomand already five bare-limbed cherriesby the highway ringed in a hazeof incipient fire —middle of the afternoon,a faint ...

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