Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Eric Burke Having Rounding the Corners I am softer as an adult than I was becoming one. I allow myself more luxury, more self- deception -- more smiling. How attractive I am! How attractive we are! The Lute: Quietism on a Long Winter's Evening In middle-age, we learn to play new instruments easily, pleasantly: we have become comfortable with what we suppose to be a sort of sopped-up mastery over things: When the time is right, we find we find the familiar articulations with which reality folds and unfolds itself for us.   Next Poem
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