| Etymology |
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like the words that show their working parts |
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Take
forgiving you. It seemed the thing |
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dioramas of the human heart. |
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I
could not do. Forgiefan proved no help at all |
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| Grief,
for example, |
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and
ghabh, a strangled thing like choking on your tears, |
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the Latin gravare, to burden, |
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but
farther back, fargeban: to give away. |
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gravis, heavy, |
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That's
when I knew I could not give it up. |
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all the lovely words that stem from this: |
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I
loved the little corpse we'd made. |
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| gravid
and gravity and grave. |
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Gravid
and gravity and grave: |
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keeps us bound to earth is curious and useful. |
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I
like the words that show how time's been spent, |
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| When
I'm bereft of history, I look |
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what's
left when nothing's left to give away. |
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the heavy book for order and instruction. |
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In
the end it's silence that seems most like our consent. |
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Artwork:Tracey
Anderson / Collaborative Statements
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