DPF / Hacker

For pumpkin soup, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Days of 1994: Alexandrians / by Marilyn Hacker, b. 1942

Four months (I say) I’ll see her, see him again.
(I dream my life; I wake to contingencies.)
Now I walk home along the river,
into the wind, as the clouds break open.

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