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Before I see you, I have met you. Where I rode up and down the shore, swelling with solid loneliness, clay and sand repeating. Click and hum from houselights, grasshoppers rasping on water the evening when my father was on his way. She climbed out of her house for good. She watches her shows, I hold onto her fingers when she says to the television I always wanted to do that, to a woman climbing out of sequins dancing across the stage, face drowned out by light. Baby, now you are born into this surge, a wild search of dirt paths and bayous. You are a signal sent back to the world, the hand I held in the air, the shadow it made in the dusk.

Shadows and dusk. Climbing, all my legs, your hands. She also writes personal essays and fiction. She lives in Houston. A skilled hand knows how to manipulate the repetition, creating ripples and echoes as lines reemerge in new contexts. Leslie Contreras Schwartz has just such a hand. Through the mists of the form a story emerges, elliptical and swaying. Want more from Leslie Contreras Schwartz?

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Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Edgar Allan Poe — was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story, and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. Annotated biography of Edgar Allan Poe courtesy of Wikipedia.

I am particularly partial to this rendition by the Simpsons , because Halloween should have both tricks and treats involved. Want to read more by and about Edgar Allan Poe? She was from Atzlan. Of Avar, wore the bridal relic, sat at the heels of mother fire.

Mary A. Celine of Normandy, sick on milk. Joan of Arc. Lost in the woods in her red shoes. Caught in the rain at the base of a mountain. No survivor of death, survivor of transcendence. Torched, entombed, excised. Acrid climate, cupidity, war, drought. In lieu of an oral lineage, in lieu of explanations, there came the gift of death to her.

When death was collective, she was anonymous. When death became individual, she died with little handfuls of dirt on her chest, thrown with purpose and care. Her conclusion was more than physical death now, and her body nothing more than a reed carved to sing its masterful song. This is why she stood resolute—she had known a thousand floods of death. This, out of all of them, was nothing.

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Jackie Treiber writes, reads and edits in Portland, Oregon. She is drawn to conflicted and damaged characters. I did not get the book and I wondered if there was any way I could now or at least see it. I was just seventeen years old. I never purchased the book. A few years ago I purchased The Coming of Dawn to see if it was in there.

It was not.

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Is it possible to see if it was ever published. My name is Shellie Sanchez. Maiden name Ellison. This comment thread is not intended as a space to publish poetry. Title of my poem was Insecurity and written by me Ms. Erica Lynn Allen. I did receive a copy of the issue, but I lost it over the years. Is it possible to locate? I wrote a poem for my class in for the contest that was going on at the time, under the name Lisa Wymer from Hastings Mi. Thank you for your time.

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I think it was to be published in year the millennium edition I guess. How can i find whether my poem was published or not and if it did then how can I purchase it now?? I had moved on August 1, I had to down-size to a small suite. I would like very deeply that you will help to find the Details about these poem titles. Hi, I also had a poem published when I was a kid in high school. How can I locate it now and possibly order a copy if possible now.

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My name is Vilma Garrido Estenger. Between and or so, ILP published several of my poems Ely was the editor. It used to be possible to get on your website, look for a poet and access his or her poems. It was frustrating. I wrote a poem for a school competition in either or It was a poem about playing alongside Micheal Owen as a football player.

Could you please help me. Atop all contest. Can someone help me locate a copy of this poem? Thanks in advance for your assistance. Hello, I had a poem published in a book I was offered to order but was not able to at the time. I believe the cover was green but again am not positive, I think it was in either or and it was about the moon. I cannot remember the title, maybe ode to moon or something similar.

My name is Rita Biehl. Can you help me track this down please? Hi l am looking for a poem l wrote and l no l got it published, because l had a few done,so this one l am looking for is Dawn of a new spirit. Do you know where I can find it at, the book that is, or a copy of it with my poem in it?

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I believe it was published in and it would mean a lot to me to find it so I can give it to my daughter when she is older. Sorry for any inconvenience.

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He had won a contest while in elementary school. It was in either or Any help would be greatly appreciated. I wrote some poems and I want to know if i could share those poems. Please let me know how.