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Miriam Levine: Surfer at Wellfleet
for Helen
Where does he get
the patience to wait through the twilight, rocking
on his stomach in the break and surge,
head to the side as if he were sleeping? It’s freezing
in the afterglow when he finally rises on his one long ride home.
From The Dark Opens. Copyright 2007. Winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize, selected by Mark Doty.
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Yes, thank you for sharing. We do need patience, waiting for the time to rise and ride. Cheers.
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Dear Miriam,
Do you remember that I kept a copy of the Surfer poem on a bulletin board in my office, from the time I left the department for the AVP and Presidency? The last line always spoke volumes to me. And it still gives me a lift today! Thank you so much for sending it. Love, Helen
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So good to see your face and read the poem. Nancy
Gray
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