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| DINAH ROMA |
| Camille's Elegy |
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| When Rodin cleaved into him the yearning that will lift his beloved out from the cold marble, the huge mass breathing life into her, did he even think of how it would be for them after—to have her resplendent all the time, all the time her artless cheek nestling into the restful hollow of his neck, the calm closing her eyes, rendering her half his face? If he had cut deeper into the slab, into the interstices of shadows emboldened by embrace; let reality hew the roughness of their stony unity, would she turn an angle? Won’t he feel the weight of love? Won’t wind be colder on skin? This poem is part of the collection that won First Prize for Poetry in the 2007 Palanca Awards |