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LAMENT IN GOOD WEATHER by LUCIA MARIA PERILLO

First Line: SO WOULD THIS BE HOW I'D REMEMBER MY HANDS
Last Line: OF HANDS ONCE BURIED PAST THE WRIST IN VINES
Subject(s): HANDS;

Poem Sources:

THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 26 - NOVEMBER 2 /98.
  (1998)
 



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