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Masculine Beauty
I bought a bag of hard green pears today.
I came home and sat in our room
listen to music for hours
Solo piano, things from France, right from the start
of the century.
When we were very young, your forgiveness
humiliated me. I would know
You would sleep when I come back.
It’s night outside
and raining. It’s the same night
that fills the ruins.
You are naked, sleepy, lost. Stay the way you are.
In my favorite shots
You can hear the pianist breathing.
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Richie Hofmann’s new book of poetry is A Hundred Lovers, edited by Alfred A. Knopf. He is the author of Second Empire (2015) and his poetry has recently appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, The New York Review of Books and The Yale Review. He teaches at Stanford University as a fellow of Ruth Lilly and Wallace Stegner.
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Troy Caperton, sleeping Endymion. 2016
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