There is a pain -- so utter --

There is a pain -- so utter --
It swallows substance up --
Then covers the Abyss with Trance --
So Memory can step
Around -- across -- upon it --
As one within a Swoon --
Goes safely -- where an open eye --
Would drop Him -- Bone by Bone.

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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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