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Douglas Nicholas
How can you ever tell what's wheat
and what is only gold?
Listen: There is a room in my soul,
its walls are of rusted iron,
and in it a thick beeswax candle
is burning hour by hour; the name
of that buffoon, that incompetent,
that failure of a dog, Tashi,
is written very small,
over and over, on all the walls,
and it covers every inch
Epilogue
—from “Every Dear Receding Thing”
from EMILY BESTLER BOOKS, an imprint of ATRIA BOOKS, a division of SIMON AND SCHUSTER
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