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slow dark film

a chapbook by 

Lynn Strongin

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Lynn Strongin writes out of pain and with persistence, like no other contemporary poet, and with a formal sophistication that takes us back to the modernists driven to invention by the transformations around them. It's no wonder that poets like Akhamatova, like Mandelstam, speak to her, speak through her.

-Jordan Smith, Author of Little Black Train

from 
slow dark film

LUMINOUS, in my grasp

A glorious banister with gloss

So clearly held that I breathed easy
 

Moving thru air green as water: then

When it slipped it was breathless: a lung-hit:

That quick

ly

Taken. Eye-blink.

Like a mother’s hand from child:

         I looked at it: etched in dark slow film: like the beloved hit by a 

                                  semi:

         Asylum, forever mine.