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    People ask you for lullabies.
    They want you to blow dust off the roses.
    They'll tell you your job is to imagine engines have hearts.
    I think it is best to say nothing.
    Tell it to no one. Be armor and sloth.
    Tell them there is nothing more to be said.
    Let them think you are dead.


    The Visitor

    With a ceremonial hush,
    a line of feeling comes to rest
    on nothing more supple than
    the mind of day, that leather-worker
    with thickened fingers, that mechanic
    whose spanner slips off the bolt.
    Oh how we want to stay put
    in the lilacs, like bees with bellies
    covered in rich, affirmative yellow.
    We are certain the just-arrived
    elegant one has no interest in us,
    not us. He has unlatched the gate,
    he has strolled past the plumeria,
    and past the royal poinciana.
    He stands now under the pillars
    of the gleaming white portico,
    at the far end of which we twist
    on our wicker chairs and wonder
    with our bodies, who could it be?




    Bio Note
      Fred Marchant is the author of two books of poetry. Tipping Pointwon the 1993 Word Works Washington Prize in Poetry. His second book, Full Moon Boat,will be published in October, 2000, by Graywolf Press. He teaches in the English Department at Suffolk University in Boston, Massachusetts, where he directs the Creative Writing program. In 1970, he was discharged from the United States Marine Corps as a conscientious objector to the war in Viet Nam. For the last six years he has been an affiliate of the William Joiner Center for the Study of War and Its Social Consequences at UMass-Boston, and in that capacity has taught regularly in the Joiner Center's summer writing conference.

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