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" …how to explain that sometimes I can hear
the river in those first days of April, making
its way through the dusk, having learned
to speak the way I once spoke, saying
as if I didn’t love you,
as if I wouldn’t have died for you. "

— Eavan Boland, from “The Room in Which My First Child Slept,” Poetry (October 2006)
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