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In the twilight filled with late, late roses,
All afternoon on the sunporch I sat naked in the sun,
The night, of course, will have a place for me:
Also naked, feeling like some growth, some product
No matter what. Now this formal matrix and the mellow This article is available to subscribers and for individual purchaseSubscribe to TNC (Print and Online editions) Subscribe to TNC (Online only) This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 14 April 1996, on page 38 Copyright © 2012 The New Criterion | www.newcriterion.com http://www.newcriterion.com/articles.cfm/The-naked-truth-3572
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